Back to adventures: I am reading and writing well, I still enjoy many hobbies and really look forward to the next time Neighbor Joe and I can meet at the fire pit, enjoy a cocktail or three and debate lofty things.

some thoughts for the new year.

I want to create more wall art, like this one.

using stuff i have . and a needle. and thread.

happy new year everyone.

yuki and kai about to run a marathon in Hitoyoshi.

ya’ll can go ahead and look… but if it’s not so exciting, you can move on to something else. that’s ok. i understand!!!

kayla’s birthday cake (from a bakery) and a barbie candle left over from when she was little. (16 years old!!!!)

Kai and i and a big ceder tree at a shrine on New Year’s Day.  He is getting so doggone tall!!!

christmas dinner. 2013. 3 kids.

holy cow.

holy fox!!!

merry christmas and happy new year from all of us to all of you!!!!! 

we sat outside watching it rise above Mt. Baker.

Bittersweet these memories.

this would be the twin sisters, i guess.

last night, i was joined by some women from the neighborhood,

we sat outside with nice wine, and good food

and watched the moon rise over the hills… through the clouds…

i love the moon, waxing and waning.

no matter where i go, or who i am with.

there is the moon.

“Barn Burned Down

Now I can see the moon“

–Basho

in fact those who barely know me

will notice that i am not a bible thumper

i do have a favorite bible verse

which gives a time and a season for everything.

so i stitched it.

on my favorite scrap of rough indigo hemp.

then put that on some lovely linen

with some more scraps.

and then i bedazzled it with my pin collection.

and old earrings.

and hung it up.

today, we celebrate the 68th anniversary of the bombing

of Nagasaki.

a time for peace.

i will get back to blogging and posting. if anyone is out there looking, i will have some stitching action posted soon. 

though the cold wind blows ,fragile pink petals blossom , in the house, i knit.

and yet.

the plum tree blooms.

near the front door.

and in the spring when the warm wind blows, i will pick the plums… which will be hard and sour…. and give them to my old neighbor so that she can make “ume shu” a very sweet kind of wine that she keeps in a big jar under her sink.