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Throughout the year, the leavings of various needle-work projects, rather than being tossed in the bin, are placed in a special wooden bowl. Since most of the knitting, crocheting and embroidery is done for the Mad for the Farthing Crowd, they naturally feel an affinity for these bits and bobs and, this year, Hedydd decided to assume control of the intended project: helping birds build nests.

Yarn Over Bowl

A year’s worth of needle-work

Though Winter is just shy of being a month old, signs of Spring are showing in the garden: days are lengthening, daffodils are pushing through, seasonal visitors have been noted. Soon nests will be in order.

Yarn Over Crape Myrtle

The moss-filled hole in the old crape myrtle is a suitable place to cache roving and yarn.

Yarn was stuffed into suet cages and draped over the gardenia, over the privet, the rambling rose and the even the branches of the neighbor’s crape myrtle, drooping over the fence. There was certainly enough left to grace the front garden, Hedydd knew, and some to share with the neighborhood children.

Yarn Over Over

Hedydd hopes for many beautiful and cozy nests come Spring.

If you’d like to join the Crowd and encourage nest building in your garden, please refer to this article published by The Humane Society of the United States.

 

 

 

 

Powerball

How much? Enough for an ENTIRE fat quarter! Why, that’s a dress for both of us!

 

Not much given to this particular vice, the Wiregrass Hitties have friends and neighbors to thank for this spectacular win! Thank you, Neighbor!

Peas on Earth

Good will, and good luck, to all!

“It came, a flow’ret bright, amid the cold of winter…”

Lo, How A Rose

“Cold of winter, my little black-booted foot!”

Days of unseasonable heat and endless rain had taken a heavy toll on the community. The Wiregrass Hitties and Mad for the Farthing Crowd felt snug and safe inside their home, but it saddened them to know that others were suffering. The rivers had risen terrifyingly, the mud-rich waters gorging on their own banks and levees.  Ancestor Hitty had encountered such a river: the mighty Mississippi. Cast like Moses into the waters by a dubiously repentant Sally Loomis, she had been drenched and muddied until fished from the piles of an old wooden landing by young fisherman. The memory made little wooden hearts feel a greater compassion for their neighbors.

 

Raining Buckets

A sober Snip tucks towels into relief buckets. Is that a smudge on her cheek?

Family, friends and community rallied to help victims of the storms. The necessities were gathered and organized. And even the supremely self-concerned Snip lent a hand packing cleaning supplies into buckets for local flood relief.

Xmas 3

Hyacinth Paw-Paw shimmied into a warm flannel dress and then leaped into an equally warm pocket for a outing at the local park.

Fisherman pack their gear at day's end

Fisherman pack their gear at day’s end

The weather wasn’t really cold, but cold enough for Southern noses to redden, even a wooden nose!

Paw-Paw

Chilly enough for flannel, but no need for a shawl

The trees at last have turned, jubilantly proclaiming Autumn, though Winter is but days away.

Red Tree in Park

A setting sun catches the Autumn colors

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