Back to the Farm
I went this afternoon to visit my father at his home.  It was the first time I had been in the house since we moved the last load of our belongings out of it nearly four years ago. It was the first time I had been in the house since he and his wife moved into it, some time after we moved out.
Those of you who know me well and who know the story of the past few years will understand the meaning of that previous paragraph.  The visit went much as I thought it would.  
And that, as Forrest Gump would say, is all I have to say about that.

A motorcycle ride, a visit to a distillery, and a hat for a friend

The still room

We recently made a trip on the bike to the annual Tennessee Lunch Run at Fall Creek Falls State Park.  It was, as always, wonderful to see old friends and meet new ones. Along the way, the group with which we were riding made a stop at Woodford Reserve Distillery to see how bourbon is made.  I am not a major consumer of bourbon, but I found the buildings and the processes involved in its production very interesting.  You can click on the name of the distillery above to visit their Web site.


The buildings are all limestone, every stone hand-laid by Scottish and Irish artisans who were brought to America by the distillery owners for just that purpose.  The walls of the buildings are two feet thick, allowing the bourbon to stay at a fairly constant temperature and, the tour guide informed us, to assure that its flavor is the very best.

Steve (a.k.a. "Polecat") admires the large copper stills

I had just a camera phone in my pocket for our tour, and wish I could go back with a really good camera and a UV filter to better capture the warm beauty of the stone buildings, the oak barrels, and the copper stills.  It was a lovely, calm, and quiet place and I enjoyed the visit immensely.

Bourbon ages in barrels for at least four years

Beautiful stone walls

A barrel hoist

The barrel run allows the barrels to be rolled on a track from building to building

The scent of aging bourbon filled the air in this building.  Our guide called the fragrance "the Angels' Share", as it is considered the refinery's gift to the angels for watching over the process.  A refinery fire is a dreadful thing, indeed, and the angels must be vigilant to prevent its occurrence. 

Another view of the barrel run, and the weighing station

New oaken barrels await their contents

By state regulation, barrels may only be used one time in the bourbon-aging process.  They must be toasted and charred on the inside before filling.  After the contents are emptied, the barrels are sold for other uses, but can never be used again to make bourbon.  Woodford Reserve owns and operates their own cooperage to produce the barrels used to age their products.

Emptying the aged bourbon from the barrels so that it can be filtered, mixed, and bottled

Mill stone as wall decoration

Such craftsmanship!

After touring the grounds, we returned to the refinery gift shop where we tasted the bourbon produced at Woodford Reserve.  Several of our traveling companions purchased bottles of bourbon, but I contented myself with some bourbon-flavored caramels and praline pecans.

The trip was wonderful, as all trips are where every participant arrives home again, safe and sound.  We had fair weather for the ride there, and good company along the way. The return ride was pretty miserable though, with cold temperatures and extremely high head winds all the way from Tennessee to home.

One of my chat-room friends from North Carolina teased me until I promised to knit him a hat in Harley-Davidson colors.  The yarn was a new one to me, Berroco Vintage in red-orange and black.  It was lovely and soft to knit up into this Jacques Cousteau Hat. I had hoped to have it finished in time to deliver it at the lunch run, but had to mail it to Ken after we returned home. He has pronounced it fit to wear. : )

Diesel-Dawg's new hat

This was just pretty cool...

A couple from New York was in my shop yesterday.  They were completing their purchases and we were chatting when her cell phone beeped, alerting her to a new email message.  Their son works for National Geographic, she told me, and he was standing in front of the White House when the Space Shuttle Discovery flew over, piggybacked on its transporting 747 en route to its new home at the Smithsonian.  What a marvelous image!  Thank you, ma'am, for emailing the picture to me so that I could share it here.  

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Our great-nephew was removed from life-support yesterday.  Through his generosity and thoughtfulness in signing the donor box on his driver's license, he will make a positive change in the lives of perhaps as many as seventy-five people.  I hope that he will also make a change in the lives of the family and friends he leaves behind, healing hurts, sorrows, and petty disagreements, and bringing us all closer in his passing.  I hope as well that everyone will forget their differences and celebrate every minute of the too-short life that he lived. 

The following message was posted by Jared's father on Facebook

Status update

By Dave Yoder

Overwhelming= Understatement!

As I sit here this morning trying to take in all that you have posted for my son Jared Nathaniel Yoder and our family I am just in awe! Ive tried to "like" all that has been posted on my wall and dont mean any disrespect to anyone if I missed yours. To try and sit here and to tell each and everyone "thank you" for all your thoughts and prayers from this past week would take me several days. Just know if you prayed a prayer, if you posted kind thoughts for Jared and our family they didn't go unnoticed. Your support for Jared and our family this past week was by far greater than anything I have ever witnessed before in my life. To those of you that copied my updates this week and posted them to your walls' please do so with this as well so that I can thank everyone that posted for Jared. I am a humbled man with few words to say at this time. God Bless You and Thank You All!

Jared Nathaniel Yoder
10/5/89 - 4/17/12
ALWAYS JARED STRONG!!!!

For Jared... 

We still hope and pray for a miracle

 For A Dancer

 by Jackson Browne

Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down
I don't remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must have thought you'd always be around
Always keeping things real by playing the clown
Now you're nowhere to be found

I don't know what happens when people die
Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
That I can't sing
I can't help listening
And I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round
Crying as they ease you down
'cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing
Dancing our sorrow away
(right on dancing)
No matter what fate chooses to play
(there's nothing you can do about it anyway)

Just do the steps that you've been shown
By everyone you've ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours
Another's steps have grown
In the end there is one dance you'll do alone

Keep a fire for the human race
Let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know what will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
(the world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound

Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive

But you'll never know

____________________________________________________________________________

If you must leave us, then Godspeed, Jared.  We can't go with you on this journey, but we will be here for those you leave behind. 

We love you. 

 It didn't take long...

Sheets drying on the clothesline

for the sheets to get dry today!  It was a brisk and breezy perfect spring day. I prefer to dry my bedding outdoors on the clothesline whenever possible, even in winter when they freeze stiff and I have to bring them in to thaw.  I love the fragrance that they bring in with them.  Good 100%-cotton sheets dried outdoors and I have my own little touch of Heaven. :)

Kamikaze bird

 This yellow-bellied sapsucker tried to commit suicide-by-picture-window last week.  It happens here with some frequency, but this is a really LARGE bird and he made quite a SPLAT!!! when he hit the window.  I think I may have said a really bad word...

Beautiful plumage

His plumage was quite lovely, bright yellow on the edges of his feathers and on his underbelly.  He was so stunned, he let Rich pick him up and extend his wing for this picture, but you really can't see how beautiful he was.

We left him resting in the grass to gather himself.  He had flown away within thirty minutes. 

I'm BATMAN!

More happy toes

 I love my hand-knit socks! These are my latest, the Cascading Leaves pattern.

  Inch by inch, step by step...the house gets closer to being finished.  This is the beautiful hardwood floor in the upstairs landing.  The wood is a mixture of oak, maple, ash, poplar.  We left it unstained and Rich finished it with three coats of gloss polyurethane and one coat of satin poly.  It is glorious!
That cabinet at the end of the hall will have doors on it and will hold all of my sewing supplies.  I brought home an old store counter from my shop and it will sit in front of the cabinet.  My sewing machine will be up here, and maybe my treadmill.  I need to get the treadmill into the house! It has been stored in the barn, and I am ready to start walking. There is really no good place to walk along our road, the shoulder is uneven and the traffic moves quite quickly. I like to walk on a treadmill, looking out of the window and listening to a book-on-CD as I walk. I need to get more active.  The weight does not go away as quickly as I'd like, and it's time to get healthier.

Natural gems

 These are a clam shell and a wild-goose egg that were found in the woods across the road from the house.  

A very good egg!

I punctured the ends of the egg and blew out the contents.  I had hoped to take it to a Pysanky class that was being offered at the township library, but I was too late and had missed the class by the time the egg was discovered.  
On being a grandparent...
I have mentioned the German singer, Reinhard Mey, in previous posts. More than anything else, his music makes me wish that I were fluent in German, as my Google and Bing translations are just barely sufficient to show me how much I am missing in his lyrics.  I had planned to buy some of his recordings while I was visiting his country, but I spent too much money on yarn and had to come home without them.

"Es ist wie mit dem Fahrradfahren, manche Dinge verlernt man einfach nie ;-)"

He has recently become a grandfather and posted this image on his newsletter, of taking a walk with his son and pushing his new grandson in a stroller.  The caption translates roughly as "Like riding a bicycle, there are some things that one never forgets how to do." It is such an endearing image of being a grandparent, and a perfect image of a stroll in a German city, with its broad sidewalks and tree-lined avenues.  I loved my time in Germany and France.  I felt immediately 'home' there, as I never have before, I think.  
He also posted this German lullabye for anyone to download.

The title is "Die Blümelein, sie schlafen"

Die Blümelein, sie schlafen
schon längst im Mondenschein.
Sie nicken mit den Köpfen auf ihren Stengelein.
Es rütteln sich der Blütenbaum,
er säuselt wie im Traum.
Schlafe, schlafe, schlaf du, mein Kindelein!

2. Die Vögelein, sie sangen
so süß im Sonnenschein.
Sie sind zur Ruh’ gegangen
in ihre Nestchen klein.
Das Heimchen in dem Ährengrund,
es tut allein sich kund.
Schlafe, schlafe, schlafe du, mein Kindelein!

3. Sandmännchen kommt geschlichen
und guckt durchs Fensterlein,
ob irgend noch ein Liebchen
nicht mag zu Bette sein.
Und wo es nur ein Kindchen fand,
streut es ins Aug’ ihm Sand.
Schlafe, schlafe, schlaf du, mein Kindelein!


and here is my very poor Internet translation of the lyrics that I found for this instrumental piece.  Some of my brothers-in-law may remember some Deutsch from their Amish childhood. Perhaps one of you might help me with my German?


The little flowers are sleeping



The little flowers are sleeping 
long ago in the moonlight. 
They nod their heads on their little stems. 
Shake the flowering tree, 
he whispers like a dream. 
Sleep, sleep, you sleep, my little child! 
 

The birds, they sang so sweetly in the sunshine

They have gone to rest
small in their nest.
The crickets in the cornfield,
make themselves heard.
Sleep, sleep, you sleep, my little child!

The sandman comes creeping
and looks through the window,
to see if any little sweetheart
may not be in bed.
And where there was a wakeful child,
scatters his sand into its eye.
Sleep, sleep, you sleep, my little child! 


The latest update on Jared was not encouraging. Keep his family in your hearts.  

Jared Nathaniel Yoder

Our Jared

Keep that name in your heart.  Jared is our great-nephew and was in a very bad car accident early Monday morning.  He has multiple skull fractures and is in a coma in a local hospital.  If you are a praying person, say a prayer or six for this very fine young man and for his mom, dad, and three brothers.  Jared has a long road ahead of him, and it will be at least a week to ten days before we have any idea where that road is going to take him. 

Our odd weather has continued.  We've been as high as 80F degrees or more in the past couple of weeks, and it snowed the day before yesterday!  It's freakish. 

My son and his wife are separated. Again. But he has a job now, and we're hoping for the best for them all.

A customer brought an eight-week-old English bulldog puppy into my little shop on Monday and let me hold him for a bit...it was all I could do not to run away with him as he was SO adorable!  He snuggled warm and soft against my chest and breathed his puppy breath into my face, and I fell head over heels in love.  I do miss having a dog. :(

Two Left Socks with a bunny shadow

And so, I knit. This pair of socks is the next installment in the Sock Madness group at Ravelry.  I am out of the competition after A Difficulty With Pattern #2. 

(my wide farm girl feet, very high insteps, and 'sturdy' ankles make it hard for me to follow any written pattern precisely if I want to have wearable socks when I'm finished)

but will continue to knit with the group, nonetheless. 

I took this picture on Easter Sunday morning, and when I was editing it I found a little surprise left for me by that large brown thing hopping in my garden... do you see it there in the shadows?  

The yarn is Opal, from the van Gogh collection, and the color is "Cafe-Terrasse am Abend (Le Cafe, le soir)", or in English, "The cafe at evening".  What you see here is two left socks, one for me and one for Michelle, as we both bought the same yarn when we were at the Tutto factory store, and I decided to make matching socks for the two of us.  The pattern is written differently for right and left foot.  When I've finished the left socks, I'll begin the right ones.  I wish that I'd bought six balls of every one of those van Gogh colors!

Leaves of Green

There are these finished socks.  When my sister died, her husband gave me her sock-knitting stash, and in it I found the "Cascading Leaves" pattern by Jeanie Townsend printed off and bagged with this lovely olive-green yarn.  It was ironic that I had that very same pattern printed and bagged with nearly-identical yarn in my own sock-knitting stash... and so, a message from my sister.  

I don't know what the yarn is, as Cherryl had not saved the ball band but it is lovely stuff, soft and wonderful to knit up.  It reminds me of some Louet Gems Opal that I used for a pair of socks a few weeks ago. 

These are, I suspect, the very last of my tulips, and one dandelion, of course. Spring came far too early this year.  I spoke last week with a lady from Holland, Michigan, and she said that their annual Tulip Festival the first week of May will, sadly, be not much more than a Stem Festival this year, as the beautiful tulips will be past their prime.  

Cocoa Bien Socks

 One more finished pair of socks in a simple ribbed stitch, this pair for our friend, Ron Bien (pronounced bean), who did a very nice turn for Rich last spring on a trip to Tennessee. When one knits a simple pair of socks with no special stitches or other fancy work, sock knitters say that it's a "plain vanilla" pattern.  These are much too nice of a hot-cocoa-brown color to be vanilla, so I've named them "Cocoa Bien" socks.  They have extra-long cuffs to fit inside Ron's riding boots.  I hope he'll like them! :)  Opal Uni Color yarn, from the Tutto shop in Germany. 

It will soon be time for the first Big Ride of the season.  I need to polish my own riding boots, from the looks of that last picture, and get ready to go.  It's been three years or more since I've seen some of the friends I'll see on this next trip, and I am long-past ready to be with them once again.

Hello again, hello...
I had some trouble with Blogger last week and have been reluctant to make any new posts.  I wrote a really good post that just disappeared.  The glitch seems to be fixed so here goes.
I lead a fairly quiet life, and worry that I write too much here about weather and grandchildren and plants and flowers and knitting knitting knitting, so I took a few days off.  I was informed, however, that people worry about me when I don't blog often enough and I don't want to worry people so here's some miscellaneous stuff, beginning with some views from my back yard.

Clear, cold water in the little stream

Marsh marigolds, usually the earliest flower in the yard

The tulips and daffodils Robby and I planted two years ago are multiplying!

More marsh marigolds...because yellow really is the best color!

Pretty tulip in full bloom and the beginnings of the next variety

Bradford pear

New twigs showing the red color of spring

More pretty tulips

and now for the boring knitting stuff...non-knitters can feel free to skip this part. There is nothing to interest you here!

This little tool is the epitome of knitting awesomeness.  It was a Christmas gift from my husband.  Called "The Knit Kit," it is an airplane-friendly assemblage of nearly every tool a knitter might need, and it is just about the size of my hand.

^ On this side there is a spring-loaded tape measure, stitch/row counter, thread cutter and double-ended crochet hook.

On this side there is a little compartment that holds a tiny pair of folding scissors, needle point protectors, stitch markers and darning needles for sewing up the finished project.
It traveled with me to Europe and back in February. I SO wanted someone from the T.S.A. to question me about it, but no one even noticed it.


I had absolutely no trouble at all with my knitting on any of my flights to and from Europe. That's a very, very good thing, as I find it nearly impossible to sleep on an airplane and must have something to keep me busy while in flight.


and I close with this: 

I love this song. It breaks my heart a little, every single time I hear it.



The small pond



 Pictures from my neighborhood

This early spring is amazing!  I barely feel as if I had a winter this year.  The silence of a snow-blanketed world has given way to the peeping of frogs and the songs of the various birds that summer here.  Today I have tulips and daffodils blooming, the forsythia bush is just beginning to turn bright yellow and the marsh marigolds are covered in yellow-green buds.  Robby came to spend a couple of hours with us, and we explored the marsh and stream.  He lay on the little bridge to look for fish and frogs, threw sticks in the stream, examined buds and flowers, and knelt on the banks to watch the waterbugs swim.  He was quite satisfactorily muddied by the time we finished!


 One of my high school friends stopped by last evening when he was out for a ride.  It was the first time he'd been to see our place, so we took him on a little walk.

Millrace runoff

There is an old water-powered mill on our neighbors' property.  The millpond is still there, as are the ruins of some of the old buildings, although the mill itself no longer operates.  My house was part of the mill complex when it was built in the 1840s.

 

The old brick power generating building


Two brothers own the property holding the millpond and most of the old buildings, and they have designated it as a wildlife preserve.  They open the millpond on Sundays for boating and fishing.

A millrace

There are interesting things to see around every corner.

Rick and Rich inspect the millstream

It's a good thing to rediscover and spend time with old friends. Rick, I'm glad that you stopped by! I hope you'll be a regular visitor here.



 

Finished Mystery Socks

Knitting, of course. I began this pair several years ago, decided that I was unhappy with the color, and abandoned them.  The ball band has been lost, so I don't know what yarn I used.  The pattern was of my own devising, just a basic 6x3 rib, with garter-stitch-edged EOP heel flap and French heel.   

Another pair is nearly ready for its heelflaps.  I sat in the sun for a bit yesterday and knit...it helps keep me relatively sane! :) 



Spring toes

  Yeah, baby...
See that? That's early spring at SunnyBrook!  Freakishly warm weather this past week has brought out bare toes and fresh red polish.
The spring flowers I've planted since we bought this house are really beginning to come into their own, multiplying and filling the lawn and flower beds.





Purple crocuses



The crocuses are blooming.  The forsythia is budding, lilies, tulips, and daffodils are up, and the grass is green.  On my way to work this week, I passed under trees that were preparing to unfurl their leaves, and the road was carpeted with red leaf-bud casings. 



Yellow crocuses






This is such a pretty time of year, and it comes JUST in time, in the course of a normal year. This year, though, we have had a very mild winter, and spring just seems to be so very early.  I am quite certain that we are not entirely finished with winter yet, but this is a welcome respite.







Petticoats and crocuses





There has, of course, been knitting.  I knit more when I feel stressed and apparently I have been a bit tense lately...I guess I'm still recovering from my vacation and have been very busy getting the store ready for our tourist season to begin in Shipshewana.

One more finished pair of socks here, the ones I began in Germany.  Opal yarn, from the old Petticoat collection, very pretty!  Basic vanilla rib with EOP flap and Dutch heel, of course. 


I've been trying, as well, to complete some socks that have been languishing in the UFO baskets, and there is a pair finished and drying on the blockers, and another pair finished to about four inches down the leg.
I have nothing profound to say today, just enjoying the spring weather, missing friends, reliving my recent trip to Europe, looking forward to a good year.
Cheers!



Happy feet!

 Finished socks and let's skate!

Sock Madness Forever "Dicey"


(or, what I'm listening to now...)

I finished these late last evening.  Love them!

I can hardly wait to see what the next round brings. They're calling for semi-solid or solid yarn and 90 small glass beads. Time to go stash-diving.

So, I found a CD in my car. I'm not sure how it came to be there, as I usually don't buy Sting's music.  It's not that I don't like his work: I love it, but I just never think to buy it.  It's an old CD, "Brand New Day," and it's what I'm listening to now.

There are a couple of tracks I don't care for, one or two that are ok, but several that I love.  This particular one makes me want to lace up my roller skates and dance!  Breathtaking rhythm section, soaring melody, beautiful harmonies, the Arabic flavor and the ululation of the voices...

Yes, I'm a skate geek! I spent all of my growing-up years on roller skates, and it's the only way I know how to dance.  Without my skates, I can move everything but my feet.

This one is good, too:

:) but not for skating...

Back to 'normal'...
and so I have now been home from Europe for two weeks.  I began to notice around the middle of my first week home that I was no longer feeling moody, sleep-deprived and jet-lagged.  My sense of humor was returning, and I was much less emotional. I had begun to lose the ten or more pounds of fluff that I gained through the long flights to and from.  I looked into my mirror and recognized my face and hair. :)  My knees didn't ache any more, and the altitude of the Alps wasn't affecting my breathing.  I guess I'm getting back to 'normal', whatever that is.  I wouldn't have believed that I could be so affected by travel as I was on this trip.  I guess I'm just not getting any younger.

What a wonderful experience I had!  There is so much more that I'd like to write about the countries and the people, but I just cannot find the words to convey my feelings about much of the trip.  I am forever changed by my visit to Europe, as any experience will change us, and forever grateful to my friend for making it possible... I only hope that I was at least half as good a guest as she was a host.

There has been fiber therapy to help with the readjustment.  I've begun a new pair of socks for one of my groups on Ravelry.  The group is "Sock Madness Forever".  There will be a series of challenges issued via sock-knitting patterns for the duration of "Sock Madness 6" or "SM6" as it's known in the group.  The first is well underway now: a toe-up pattern with cables with a special twist...a random method is used to determine when each cable is knit, making for a very interesting pair of socks!

Toe-up is not my usual choice, but it does have its advantages.  The heel is much different from my usual heel flap and Dutch or French heel-turn, and I've never had much luck with this technique, but I'm ready to try it again now.  The group is very helpful, even offering kilt-clad cabana boys with endless supplies of chocolate to make the trials easier.

(yes, I assume that the cabana boys are mostly imaginary, but it doesn't hurt to hope)

As of this evening, I am about two inches up the legs and have several more inches to go.  I have one more week to finish this pair. If I'm successful, I'll be assigned to a team of knitters for the next trial.  If I am unsuccessful, I will still have access to the patterns for the group, but will be ineligible for the prizes.

I finished a pair of socks on the trip:



Blockhead pattern in an old Opal Rodeo color



and started another pair:

Basic ribbed socks in Opal Petticoat

 I finished this pair for my husband in January:

Another Opal, I think this one was one of their test-dyed skeins

I suspect that I will be doing a lot of knitting with Opal yarns in the future!