Such a wild time of year. One minute we're slipping through the dark with glow collars— the next we’re sleeping through Morning Twilight. And the Robins are madly chirping whenever we go out, dark or light. Not that I’m complaining. I love Robin chat. And last week the extra light helped me notice the frost on A’s milkweed pods—and so remember to bring home a few stalks. And you never know when a few dry sticks will change your life.
Thank you so much for these video and written instructions! I tried this on my own a few years ago and see I got a lot of it wrong! Luckily, my neighbor has a ton of milkweed in her garden every year and she lets me have the spent stalks. I'll try again!
I think of another lovely word - gloaming - that means twilight. I hear in it the time when you’ve been out all day and are going home as the sun sets.
I laughed out loud at the dog breath comment. So fun. My resource for milkweed at the Poudre Learning Center land here in Greeley, CO, has disappeared. I think they consider it a weed. Alas. I have to search out other growing patches. Thank you for showing how you prepare the fibers. I haven't found stalks with fiber that long yet!! The search will continue! All the best to you and Beryl.
Previous days of being in the sunshine, pruning trees and working with your hands to create something from another thing. Making my fingers itch to work with dogbane from my stash. And needing to pick some green nettles for soup. Yum!!
French “le crépuscule” for “twilight” can also be used for the light at dawn or dusk. Used also in the adjective form as you used it for the creatures who come out at those times.
When I watched your lovely videos, I thought, “her carder looks like a dog brush.” The footnotes told me why.
Your parsley photo shows a beauty I had never before noticed.
I can’t deny it, the changing of the seasons is always full of expectations and relief. Bush fire season is almost over and I am looking forward to the coming winter. I am getting better with walking, the fear is always in the back of my mind though. So I take each day as it comes, cooler nights and the daytime is getting lower so yes, daylight savings is almost over for us. I haven’t even been walking to check out what is growing in my Neighbours gardens. I will soon as I feel going past my letterbox is getting easier.
I am inspired to walk my grounds and beyond to see what could be used to create something- cordage or bits for including in weaving. No milkweed here but other plant material- iris stalks, Yerba mansa, cattails.
Yes, those of us who are doers have to be reminded every so often to stop and enjoy what we've been doing - and to let the sunshine shine on us! We don't always have to be "accomplishing" something. The simple moments of awe and joy are perfect for any day!
Beryl has the best advice, which must be an undercurrent in your subconscious. Basking is a gift, and a serious undertaking. Especially when shared with a loving companion like Beryl, dog breath or no. The times of rest and allowing the beauty of the world and the gift of life to hold you in deep joy are holy gifts. Many thanks to Beryl, and may there be many more times of basking in your life, punctuating the creative moments. Blessings.
Regarding the madrugadora, in German it would be a Frühaufsteherin, but that refers mainly to the time when getting up, not the twilight condition. Which is Dämmerung and comes in a couple of interesting combinations, and the verb can refer to a process of cognitive recognition or lack thereof, and sleep.
Thank you so much for these video and written instructions! I tried this on my own a few years ago and see I got a lot of it wrong! Luckily, my neighbor has a ton of milkweed in her garden every year and she lets me have the spent stalks. I'll try again!
I think of another lovely word - gloaming - that means twilight. I hear in it the time when you’ve been out all day and are going home as the sun sets.
We could be basking accountability partners! I am not as good at it as I would like and I keep thinking it would be such a good thing.
I laughed out loud at the dog breath comment. So fun. My resource for milkweed at the Poudre Learning Center land here in Greeley, CO, has disappeared. I think they consider it a weed. Alas. I have to search out other growing patches. Thank you for showing how you prepare the fibers. I haven't found stalks with fiber that long yet!! The search will continue! All the best to you and Beryl.
Sarah , I love reading the gusset!
I’m up by 5 am and I’m working on my tapestry and listening to The Long Thread Podcast and your interview! Amazing journey you’re having.
Miriam from Ann Arbor, Mi.
Wonderful demonstration of milkweed processing. I don't think we have a lot of milkweed in NM, however, the butterflies come thru here.
A Scottish twilight word, evening variety: gloaming.
Previous days of being in the sunshine, pruning trees and working with your hands to create something from another thing. Making my fingers itch to work with dogbane from my stash. And needing to pick some green nettles for soup. Yum!!
French “le crépuscule” for “twilight” can also be used for the light at dawn or dusk. Used also in the adjective form as you used it for the creatures who come out at those times.
When I watched your lovely videos, I thought, “her carder looks like a dog brush.” The footnotes told me why.
Your parsley photo shows a beauty I had never before noticed.
Thank you for “The Gusset.”
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha doggie breath...hahahah
Love you for saying that....!!!
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I can’t deny it, the changing of the seasons is always full of expectations and relief. Bush fire season is almost over and I am looking forward to the coming winter. I am getting better with walking, the fear is always in the back of my mind though. So I take each day as it comes, cooler nights and the daytime is getting lower so yes, daylight savings is almost over for us. I haven’t even been walking to check out what is growing in my Neighbours gardens. I will soon as I feel going past my letterbox is getting easier.
One of my favorite quotes:”All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.” Pascal.
I am inspired to walk my grounds and beyond to see what could be used to create something- cordage or bits for including in weaving. No milkweed here but other plant material- iris stalks, Yerba mansa, cattails.
Time to explore.
Thank you for the Gusset.
Logan in New Mexico
Yes, those of us who are doers have to be reminded every so often to stop and enjoy what we've been doing - and to let the sunshine shine on us! We don't always have to be "accomplishing" something. The simple moments of awe and joy are perfect for any day!
Beryl has the best advice, which must be an undercurrent in your subconscious. Basking is a gift, and a serious undertaking. Especially when shared with a loving companion like Beryl, dog breath or no. The times of rest and allowing the beauty of the world and the gift of life to hold you in deep joy are holy gifts. Many thanks to Beryl, and may there be many more times of basking in your life, punctuating the creative moments. Blessings.
Regarding the madrugadora, in German it would be a Frühaufsteherin, but that refers mainly to the time when getting up, not the twilight condition. Which is Dämmerung and comes in a couple of interesting combinations, and the verb can refer to a process of cognitive recognition or lack thereof, and sleep.