Domestic December
Yesterday the wind kicked up and it really started storming after dark. I took this photo of waves coming in during my morning walk. It was hard to fall asleep last night in the midst of all the booming and howling noise.
This morning, lots of fallen tree branches around. The tarp was blown off the hay. The wind tried to raise the zippers on the hoophouse doors.
I saw this beautiful piece of lichen in the driveway, on a bed of pine needles.
And a tree broken off and leaning on wires along Ferry Road.
I’m making bread. Here’s my dough at an early stage. Two loaves of whole-wheat sourdough. The dough feels especially springy today.
We’ve been doing a pre-winter housecleaning. Swept and mopped the floor downstairs. This took two days, along with all the ancillary cleaning projects that it generated.
I’m thinking about the word “enough.” It seems to be a prerequisite for a lot of things like contentment, peacefulness, gratitude. Knowing when to stop, as in “the house is clean enough.“
lichen is one of my most favorite things … it’s been a while since I did any windfall lichen dyeing, but now you have me thinking I should cook up a pot just for the wondrous fragrance, let alone the gentle color it yields
and I’m thinking it is a good thing when “enough” is an agreed level of cleanliness and/or tidiness … better yet if one person has a heightened need to tend to dusty surfaces while the other is more sensitive to those that require “wet cleaning” … which gets most of the house “done”
I’ve never really tried dyeing with lichen – other than sticking bits in a bundle occasionally. Maybe I should try a pot? There is certainly a lot of windfall lichen around here. Cleaning is not my favorite thing to do, but I do have a certain need for order. So I’ve learned it feels better when I get it done. Sam usually helps once I get going.