Just before Griffin's birthday on November 14, it came to my attention that a super moon was in the offing. Not surprisingly, I was delighted to learn that G was born under a new moon four years earlier.
Then, a few days before Meg's birthday on November 30, I saw one of my favorite configurations in the early morning sky: a waning crescent hanging from the morning star. When was the next new moon? I wondered.
Well I'm not quite sure how I ever survived without the instant gratification of the Internet. Suffice it to say upon learning the new moon was falling on Meg's birthday, I looked to see what phase the moon was in when she was born in 1982. If you guessed it was full, you can imagine my glee.
So I stitched two full moons and two new moons (drawn by hand because circles never stitch perfectly round even when I trace them) to remember what else I learned ...
The new moon in April is the same day as Meg's baby girl is due. So mark your calendars: April 26, 2017!
And because today is rainy and cold, I'm taking full advantage of the inside time to catch up on a few more patches.
November 2 Reading, 'Riting and Retired
November 3 Ka-ching
November 4 Two floods too many
November 6 Hope is the thing with feathers
and November 7 Sign of the apocalypse
love the hopeful feather!
ReplyDelete& re circles.. a true circle should be possible with very careful control of the tension and a hoop?
DeleteTension is usually the main culprit. What was interesting was that I ended up finding a rhythm that took me outside the drawn lines. Once I began to trust that rhythm, the shapes became more truly circular. I was actually inspired to do this having seen someone (whose name escapes me) who was doing a series of free-hand circles. As with all things, I suspect that one can train one's eye and hand ... practice makes (closer to) perfect.
DeleteAs for the hopeful feather, I have to admit to a series of mental images: Sandhill cranes flying hundreds of miles, taking respite in the thermals above our floodplain --- turkeys taking a running start before improbably flying up into trees to roost --- crows "ark"ing their way overhead
DeleteBut also buzzards wheeling above --- birds knocked senseless after flying into our windows --- the bloodied feathers of a woodpecker left behind by a feral cat --- and the awful end of a turkey hunted down by coyotes.
the Zen of Stitching
DeleteIt's amazing where my mind goes while my fingers travel over cloth
DeleteNext year, a new moon, La Luna, a new girl grandchild, just about the best joyful and loving news for the new year. Blessings to all in your family Liz. A special little hug for the big brother to be Griffin.
ReplyDeleteThank you Marti ... 'twill surely be a year worth remembering! And I'll be sure to deliver your hug on our next trip to Austin!
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