I’m making cakes…

Only a weaver would know the difference between making cakes and baking cakes. I don’t bake, and I don’t eat cake (well maybe on very rare occasions…)

This is my cake maker. It is a ball winder (we now call them cakes, instead of balls, which they are not.) It was one of the first pieces of weaving equipment I bought somewhere in the mid 70’s, probably before I bought my first loom, which was 1977. It is still going strong, plastic is somewhat worn, but it has made many many cakes over the years and is very dependable.

Why am I making cakes? So it all started because I wanted to move the sewing room up to the weaving studio, get back to working in one space. I’ve mentioned this in previous blogs. To make this happen, I need help, from my daughter who helped me set all this up in the first place back in January of 2020, but she is really hard to pin down to help, as she sleeps days, and works 14-hour shifts at night. In complete frustration, I moved, an inch at a time, my two largest looms, by myself, across the rubber mats on the garage floor, to a new location, across the garage. That will ultimately leave room for my huge cutting table and sewing station to come up from the basement sewing room.

I can make room for the large “furniture” but it is all the small stuff, yarn, weaving/sewing supplies and small equipment, that will prove more challenging to incorporate. In addition, one of my guest rooms was completely filled with bags and bags of knitting yarn, procured from a going out of business donation to my weaving guild of bags and bags of knitting yarn. I moved it all down to the weaving studio, and sat in a pile of it and tried to make sense of it.

I actually enjoy organizing, moving things around, figuring out what I actually have to work with, and inspiration usually comes with those simple tasks. So I reorganized a shelf of random stuff, and was quite happy with the result. I started seeing things that could potentially work together, and laid them aside.

Since they are knitting yarns, and mostly in skein form, they need to be wound into cakes. Hence the cake making session. I love mathematical calculations, how much do I have of each and how much can I get out of what I have. After much figuring, and guessing, and translating grams to ounces, etc, I was able to figure out I could get 9 yards of warp, mixing four different warp yarns, roughly 34″ wide in the loom. I figured I’d just keep winding until I used up most of the warp. I ended up, with some creative additions of other stuff in my stash when something would run out, with 35″ width. Pretty good calculations!

And so, since I was repeating four different warp yarns, I grabbed my trusty warping paddle, this one made by a friend’s son years ago, in the early days of 3D printing. I liked how smooth the holes and slots were, and how large they are, good for bulkier knitting yarns.

And then of course, I spent the last couple days sleying, threading, and beaming, and then ultimately sampling.

The latest issue of Heddlecraft came in in the last couple weeks, and I always print them out. I loved this issue, all about what to do with novelty yarns. Which was at the time it came in, exactly what was all over my studio floor.

There is a section where Robyn says to just set up a straight draw on 8 shafts, that’s 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 for non-weavers, and that gives two blocks to play around with, but a twill is always a good starting point. I threaded in a straight draw, and started sampling.

I chose two yarns for the weft, alternating, so I’d have enough for about 8 plus yards of weaving. One is a variegated wool/poly, not happy about the poly part, but it is a pretty yarn and serves my purpose. It will create color banding or a wash, not sure yet how it is engineered, but time will tell. The warp is gorgeous, so I don’t want to really cover that, but these wefts are thicker, so I’m just guessing.

After sampling a bit, I decided that twills and variations covered too much of the warp, and plain weave gave a better warp/weft ratio, with more interlacements. the variegated effect in the weft was what I was going for.

Meanwhile, I’m still on a maniacal quest to clear looms. Some of these are my daughter’s warps, and since she no longer weaves, the looms that I actually own, I just figured out what she did and dove in. First up was this Glimakra band loom, which my daughter insisted on buying from a guild buddy at one of our stash sales. I was traveling at the time, this might have been when she was living up at Peters Valley as the textile assistant, back in summer of 2019. I let her use my business account to pay for it, since I was traveling somewhere in the world, so it is technically my loom. I told her she wouldn’t like it, because on this loom, one sits sideways to weave. She immediately set it up with a super long warp, and rigged a way to sit in the front and use a false treadle to depress the rear one. She is resourceful.

I cleared that in no time, and now, I’d like to find a home for it. It is a great loom, I just don’t need it. If you live near north Jersey and are interested, make me an offer.

Back in the very early 1980’s, when I started doing craft fairs, I only had one loom, a Tools of the Trade 45″ 8-shaft loom, with two warp beams and optional sectional beams. It was a lot of loom, and I still have it, though I gave it to my daughter when she moved out. And of course it moved back to my studio when she moved back home in 2019. But back in the 1980’s, I realized, as I was struggling to get into craft fairs, that checking that box that I could demonstrate, helped my chances of getting into them. I looked at many options for smaller portable looms, and realized that I wouldn’t be happy with anything but a replica of what I already owned, in a smaller profile. I bought a 25″ TOTT floor loom, 8-shaft, with two sectional warp beams. It was cumbersome to get in and out of a car, but it worked.

I didn’t realize until more recently, after acquiring a couple of used 25″ TOTT floor looms, that the one I bought was an early version and with subsequent versions, parts were made stronger, and better. Like the ratchet and pawl on the cloth beam. Or the cloth beam itself.

The latest version of this loom, probably somewhere around the 1990’s was a much more substantial block of wood, and one I bought for my mother in law, probably the late 1980’s, had an actual rachet and pawl, instead of a wood cross piece that you turned by hand.

I like a tight warp, and I’ve broken the smaller beams, and the wood cross piece on my oldest of the 25″ looms. So first up, was to clear the latest of the three, which was actually my daughter’s, set up probably 8 years ago, for rag rugs from her late father’s Hawaiian shirts. A noble effort, and something she needed to do at the time, the loom has sat idle, and the cat had made large holes in the cloth, ripping warp threads. I will admit, I coveted the beams and ratchet and pawl systems, and so I’d drop subtle hints over the last couple years, and finally, I just sat down and repaired the broken warps.

Then I took one of the balls of rags she had created and started weaving.

I showed her, and she looked startled, and then sat down on the floor and told me, with each of the rag balls, what she had originally intended. Rag rugs weave quickly, so I really didn’t understand why she didn’t just weave it all off herself, since she clearly knew what she wanted. That night, a rare night off, (she sleeps days and works nights) she went to the studio and actually wove off the piece. I found this in the morning.

I cut it off the loom, and it is a poignant piece, I remember each of the shirts my late husband wore. So that cleared the first of the three 25″ looms.

Meanwhile, I sat down, and just started to weave on the Periwinkle Sunset yardage I had put on my mother in law’s (she died in 2006) 4-shaft loom. I cleared that within a couple days.

The last of the three 25″ looms, was my beloved 8-shaft, the one I really want to keep, but steal the sturdier lumber from the later versions of the same loom. That had the Quigley sampler I’ve been talking about in previous blogs, I was nearing the end of this warp, and just weaving small motifs to use later in bags and items for my guild sale. And so I dove into that, determined to clear that as well.

Now that all 3 looms were clear, I lined them all up and started moving parts around. I ended up swapping out the entire back of two of the looms, a couple of trips to ACE hardware, and got everything put back together in a way I was moderately happy with.

My original loom with the sectional beams was drilled for a smaller L shaped hand crank, similar to what would be on a Structo, and I wanted a hex head bolt so I could actually use a removeable regular loom crank, but that would require drilling the loom and I wasn’t going to alter any of the existing lumber. And the Friction brake housing couldn’t accommodate the size bolt of the later looms. So I made compromises, and as I was doing the final assembly, the inevitable happened, dry rotted aprons.

So down to the sewing studio I went, found something suitable, created a new apron, and all is well. It was an entertaining couple of days.

And of course, now that it is August, most of the perennials are starting to die back and go to seed, and other things are blooming instead, but the gardens are looking a bit overwhelming. In another couple months, everything will have died back and I won’t have to touch any of it until late spring. Still, there is amazing insect activity, swallowtails, monarchs, monarch Beetles, bees the size of a car (just kidding), and I caught a glimpse of the hummingbird moth, picture is a bit blurry, but he is there in the center of the photo. The yard is still so alive.

And there are beautiful flower pictures to serve as inspiration.

My landscape designer added a Swamp Rose Mallow Hibiscus, a volunteer from her garden, to my landscape. I hoped it would take, and in the spring there were a few promising leaves. I looked out of my large window where I eat breakfast and to my great shock, there rising above the prolific Black-Eyed Susan, was a gorgeous hibiscus flower.

And today, I went out to feed the fish, and I caught a fleeting movement of a couple of tiny goldfish, there were babies! My late husband would have been so proud and excited.

And I’m just a couple rehearsals away from the Medieval Fest, August 29th in Montclair at the Art Museum, where I’ll be playing, in costume, with three music groups. If I’m not in the studio, or in the garden, I’m practicing. My life is sometimes a bit out of control! But I’m not complaining. I love the crazy things in my life, the communities they create, the brain challenges, and the fact that I’m never ever bored, and don’t even own a TV. And avoiding social media at all cost keeps me sane on the things I have some control over. Which isn’t much!

I know this was a long post, but I write this blog as a personal journal. I don’t really care if anyone reads it, though it is always a treat when someone comments. I like to write, and add pictures, and document my adventures, and hope some of those adventures will inspire someone else to “get to the studio and make stuff”. (Quote from a T-shirt from the late Fred Bobb)

Stay tuned…

I have a plan…

One of the joys of just doing, is the brain has a chance to wander, while weeding, watering, weaving, cooking, cleaning, spinning yarn, knitting, not so much playing music. That requires intense concentration. I do a lot of things that just allow my noisy brain to just wander…

One of the things that has been routinely popping up, as I spend time in my studio, is how much I would love to go back to my original three looms I started with, back in the late 70’s, and bring the sewing room up from the basement, consolidating all of my fiber work into one space again. The more I think about it, the more excited I get. A lot has to happen first, a lot more stuff has to find a home other than here. And my daughter has to be on board, as some of the looms are hers. But I have a plan, and it is formulating into a goal. I’m thinking maybe by the end of the year…

One can only dream…

Meanwhile, there are still more than 25 looms in the studio, of all sizes and types, and many of them still have warps on them. I’ve made a huge dent, my all time high was 64 looms, but when the last big one left in the spring, the 12-shaft 54″ Tools of the Trade, Duchess we called her, to live at Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC, a huge amount of space opened up and I saw possibilities.

So I’m on a mission to clear off more looms. The really challenging ones are the remaining Structos, the little looms I used for teaching. I put long warps of fine thread on them, never thinking they’d ever get woven off. Silly me…

Last blog, I was working on clearing a Frankenstructo, made from odd loom parts, of a warp set up to do the Rosepath borders from the Carol Strickler book of 8-shaft patterns. I finished all of the 40+ borders, and the five swatches using the same threading.

This was serious fun. There is a little bit of warp left on the spools, and I’m taking the loom with me tomorrow to the convent to let my new student, a young nun, have a go at learning some new skills, two shuttles, following a draft, 8-shaft, floating selvedges, etc.

Meanwhile, one of my weaving friends is offering a summer boot camp in fiber for adults in Maryland, and needed additional inkle looms. Those I have. My stash is dwindling, but I had a couple to spare once I cleared the warps from them. This one was the sampler I used when I taught complementary warp design. I finished that one off.

And this one, I remember setting up for The Gathering, which was an annual or semi annual event at Sievers Fiber School in Wisconsin, where I believe I was giving the Keynote address that year. It was a weekend long event, and there were demos, and I remember setting up an Inklette loom, which easily fit in my suitcase. I looked at my resume and realized I set this loom up in 2014. 12 years. It was time. The pattern is free form, Ann Dixon in her book of Inkle Loom Patterns calls it Runic. I had to look at my Advanced Inkle Weaving Monograph to remember how to do this technique.

And then there is the Quigley sampler, moved to a floor loom from a Structo, a while back. I chug along, doing a new technique every few days, following my handout generously sent by Diane Click, who taught this as a workshop back in 2015. She graciously allowed me to reproduce the part I used, some 16 samples, and it is available for free from my eStore. I cut the warp off this morning, having finished all the swatches.

There was still a bit of warp left, so I looked at what I had woven carefully, and one of the motifs was exactly the size of the template I use for making my ginger jars. If I weave 6 of these motifs, I’ll have six sides for a ginger jar for the guild sale in November.

This is what the ginger jars look like…

Meanwhile, the gardens are lush and buzzing with activity. This time of year seems to be the peak of everything flowering at once, milkweed, Joe Pye, Purple Coneflower, Black Eyed Susans, Monarda, and a few other very cool plants thrown in because there are SOOOOO MANY BEES!

I sit at my window every morning and have breakfast and have immense gratitude for nature doing its thing, and for my ability to witness just a small part of it.

Lots of butterfly activity too, my lovely monarch just drifts in beautiful movements from flower to flower…

And I had never seen this one before, Google Lens says it is a Great Spangled Fritillary Butterfly. If anyone knows better, put it in the comments.

I grabbed this photo of my Astilbe, which isn’t native, and though I’ve pulled most of it out, there is one patch, and it is gorgeous when it blooms, and it too is covered in bees.

My neighbor, the one who comes out every so often to have a smoke, came to get me the other day, had to show me something. I was out watering in the back yard. So I followed him around to the front, and he pointed to the top of a telephone pole along the street, and there in all its magnificence was a Red-Tailed hawk. We stared at it for probably half an hour. It was gorgeous.

And of course, the produce is starting to come in, in spite of the ridiculous heat, followed by severe storms. What a summer…

Enjoy the photos, it is a jungle out there…

And of course there is lots of music, three of the groups I play with will be performing the end of August at the annual Medieval Fest in Montclair, but more immediately, NJ Early Music will be performing at the close of the Morris County 4-H fair Saturday night.

I feel like I’ve come full circle, when my kids were young, we were heavily involved in 4-H, my kids raised hamsters/guinea pigs, and had a couple of snakes. There is a wonderful photo from 2003 of my late husband holding our Mexican Rosy Boa, (I think its name was Al), at one of the fairs. And one with my son Eric, which made the local paper.

I would set up a fiber demonstration area every year at the fair, demoing weaving, spinning, and lacemaking. Both of my kids grew up demoing weaving at the fair. Everyone entered things, from animals to artwork, to photography, to weaving, and we all won many ribbons. I even had a 4-H prep group that met in my home every week.

So I feel like I’ve come full circle, now I’ll be performing at the closing ceremonies, Saturday night, I haven’t been to the fair in more than 20 years. I’ll have my cello and my bass recorder. And of course in costume.

Stay tuned…

There are no coincidences…

There is so much to write I’m not sure where to begin…

I will start by saying this is a challenging day, this morning I woke with a start, and looked at the clock, 4:34am. It was this exact time, 10 years ago, my husband passed. I laid there for awhile, this day for some reason has been more in front of my mind than in the past few years, where time puts distance between hard things and how we feel about them.

I have written many times about my ponds. They were my late husband’s pride and joy. He spent hours counting fish, sitting by the ponds, finding peace there. I have spent a fortune trying to keep those ponds alive. Because he had traveled so much prior to his illness, the ponds had started to deteriorate. By the time he died, they were overgrown, I can’t remember if there were any fish, and they were in sorry shape. Because I have replanted most of the property with native plants, bushes and young trees, water features are an important part of the ecosystem of the yard. There are snakes, and frogs, and all kinds of pollinators flitting about, and I now get to spend hours, counting the fish and finding peace in that rushing water.

Unfortunately, over the last 10 years, problems arose, and it has been a challenge to keep the ponds going and keep the fish safe. One pond has goldfish, and that has stayed largely maintenance free, other than routine filter work. The other one, closest to the deck, has 8 koi, some of which are now 10″ long. They are affectionately known as pond pigs. They are hilarious, and are an endless source of joy.

I’ve had huge issues over the last few weeks, coming out in the mornings to feed the fish, and finding the pond half empty. My beloved pond guy, Bob, has tried hard to find the problem, and finally, I just told him to completely rebuild the waterfall, once we determined that was the source of the water loss.

He took it completely apart and found a couple of chipmunk nests, and some nice size holes in the liner under the rocks. I watched him completely rebuild the waterfall, it was air tight! Daryl 0, Chipmunks 1…

Twenty-four hours later, the stream or spillway I call it, which is where the filtered water dumps, failed. I came out in the morning and the pond had completely emptied and there were flopping 10″ koi in 4″ of water. I was heartbroken. And angry. I had a few choice words for my late husband, through tears, not understanding why this all can’t just work the way it is supposed to. I called my pond guy again, and he came out and we spent a long time talking about what to do. I had many well meaning friends not really understand the dynamics and emotional connection to these ponds and my late husband, who just said, “sell the koi and back fill the whole thing”.

Bob and I talked about options, I let him sit for a long time and stare at the spillway, which turned out, that a patch from last winter had failed. It has been an emotional roller coaster of a week, but yesterday, Bob came back with a liner, and an underlay, and he pulled the plastic tubs that created the stream bed, and started from scratch. I scampered around the yard, finding appropriate rocks and flat stones. I helped as best I could.

By 5pm last night, I came to the understanding that time isn’t kind to ponds, and sometimes they need to be redone, and that my late husband knew it was time, and maybe in his divine presence, he directed this to all fail at the same time, so that by the anniversary of his death, the pond would be fresh, and renewed, and good for a number of years. I’m sticking with this version of the story, because it gives me peace. I knew this was the correct thing to do, when Bob turned on the water and it all worked the way it should.

I sat out there today, watching the pond pigs (koi) feasting on Creeping Charlie (who knew it is considered a snack for those piggies!) A young grackle flew in, just a few feet from where I sat on the deck. I grabbed a photo (to help identify it, I’m not a birder), and he proceeded to jump into the top shelf of the waterfall and have a splash. He was having a great time.

I had a tree company come in a couple weeks ago, and remove the last of the horribly invasive 10 feet tall burning bushes, Morrow’s honeysuckle, and forsythia that lined my neighbor’s driveway. We do plan to plant the area with perennials in the fall, and there are baby baptisia growing there from my seed dance last fall. We had planted a small sumac tree and had hoped it would fill some of the space.

I have a neighbor across the street, who comes out every hour to have a cigarette. Joe sends me pictures of deer activity in the lower end of the street. He texted me the other day to tell me there were five gold finches in the front yard. He is loving the activity in my native plant yard, and understanding that having the perfect lawn, and mulched beds, isn’t good for diversity of species. It creates a sterile environment.

So of course, the deer herd made its way to my poor sumac tree, and with the invasive wall of burning bushes gone, they decimated my poor sumac in one go.

I was crushed, and sat for a while on my porch trying to think of options other than 6 foot deer fencing. I noticed an unused hanging planter on the decking of the porch, and placed it over what was left of the sumac tree. I tied a half bar of Irish Spring Soap, which I use prolifically in my textile studio to deter moths, to the hook of the plant hanger. It was a long shot.

Twelve days later, this is my sumac tree, and there are babies popping up all around. Daryl 1, Deer 0…

My gazebo, that my husband and I built, laying the circular patio, 25 years ago, while I was going through breast cancer treatment, had collapsed last winter, which I mentioned in a previous blog. My daughter rebuilt it for me, and I hoped the native vines I had planted would survive.

Survive they did, there was an explosion of native honeysuckle…

And crossvine…

…and more than half the replaced canopy is covered now in vines. Good vines.

My yard is incredible. My dogs love nosing around, finding odd things and critters. They all seem to live in tandem.

They seem to leave alone my yard crew, happily munching through the ground cover.

I have a pair of cardinals that came up to my open window every day for a week or so, the female, I named Ethel, and her mate is Fred, is quite the chatterbox. She chattered away for hours, little chips. Mostly towards Fred.

And I named the pair of Finches that hung out eating the seed heads from the Packera, Lucy and Ricky.

And last night, my daughter and I sat by the newly repaired pond and she captured this photo of a Northern Flicker. I’ve never seen one before. Her birding friend identified it.

And I have to share this cool tool my daughter gave me for Mother’s Day. It isn’t actually a garden tool, but I thought it was perfect for cutting edges in the beds, it is a throwing ax, shaped like a Uterus. You can’t make this up… So here I am, using it to edge a bed, it is really well balanced, and doesn’t matter which side I pick up. It is called a Uteraxe…

This has been an intense season of rehearsals, and concerts. I had one, the beginning of the month, that required a Viking costume, preferably in white. This was as close as I could come. I was playing recorder for this concert, so didn’t need my split skirt like I do for cello, so I used a walking skirt I’d made a few years ago, from a Folkwear pattern. I made the vest last fall, and the blouse was from an older costume I haven’t worn in awhile.

The following week we had another performance, this time for a Steam Punk Festival. If you don’t know what Steam Punk is, look it up. The costuming is like a fantasy Victorian. So I came up with pieces from my wardrobe that I could modify into something that would work for the day.

My cello recital was last weekend, I’m glad that is over so I can work on some new music. I have one more concert in a couple weeks, with cello, and then there is a breather until the end of August, and right into fall performance season.

And yes, the studio is quite active. And there are no coincidences. One of my cello teacher’s other adult students is a young nun, and along with the teacher, we played a trio of Shubert’s Ave Maria, along with a pianist for the recital. This young nun, from a local convent, and I have become friends. Turns out, her spiritual advisor’s mother was a weaver, and this young nun has had a huge desire to learn to weave. There are no coincidences that our paths have crossed.

I loaned her the small Leclerc 4-shaft sample loom, which was warped with the Learn-to-Weave sampler I designed for teaching purposes. I told her to finish off the warp, and meanwhile I would think of something more permanent. She sent me this photo, very excited, that she thought she was finished. I told her to keep weaving until the knots came all the way to the back of the castle.

Meanwhile, though she would love a floor loom, practicality insists that a small table loom would have to do for now, until she really shows that this is going to be a lifelong passion that will benefit the other sisters in the community. I have an 8-shaft Frankenstein like Structo I put together a few years ago from assorted parts, that I kept with a warp set up for the Rosepath series of borders in Carol Strickler’s 8-shaft pattern book. I really wanted to at some point go through the 40-ish different borders. I wasn’t planning on doing it this month.

So I wove, one or two a day.

…and I wove some more.

I now have maybe a dozen borders left to do, and then I’ll work with my friend to see what makes sense for her next. I know she ultimately wants to weave stoles for the nuns who are ordained as priests. (This is an Episcopal order, nuns can be priests.)

And I had a warp that I had moved from one of the Structos to a floor loom, so I could weave it more efficiently. Or so I thought. This was not one of my brightest moments. I mentioned in a previous blog, that I had set up a Structo with an 8-shaft Honeycomb sampler from Malin Selander’s Weave a Weave.

Selander’s book is written for a sinking shed loom, which I don’t have. My floor looms are jack looms, rising shed, which means for you non-weavers, that when I step on treadles to separate threads to create an opening for the shuttle to pass through, I’m now lifting 7 of 8 36″ rock maple shafts. Which is completely impractical. And I can’t weave Honeycomb upside down because the back is such a floaty mess you can’t see the pattern.

So I spent an afternoon, and moved the warp yet again, to my bigger table loom.

This is weaving so much easier, and I’ve already done two nice size samples of one of the honeycomb designs.

I’ve been documenting for the last few months, a different warp I transferred from another Structo table loom, to my small 8-shaft floor loom. This one is called Quigley, it is an 8-shaft four-tie unit weave, that is fairly complex, but the designs are stunning. I was using a handout from a three-day class given in 2015, at the Florida Tropical Weavers’ Conference, by Diane Click. She generously sent me the handout when she heard I was interested in the structure.

Many of you have written me that you would love to get in touch with Diane, and obtain a copy of the lengthy handout. Unfortunately Diane had a hard drive crash and lost a lot of her documentation. We have corresponded back and forth, and ultimately decided that I would scan the handout I have, and offer it free to anyone who wants it. I scanned just the part I used, and you can get it here in my eStore.

I had a dream early this morning when I finally fell back asleep. I was taking a workshop at Peters Valley School of Craft, a place my husband loved, and someone came up behind me and gave me a big bear hug, which freaked me out in the dream because I didn’t know who it was. I was able to wrench myself free, and I turned around, and it was Kevin, my late husband. I took from that that all would be OK, and that he was still watching out for all of us, and that what I did with his beloved pond and gardens, is what he would have wanted and that he was still watching in the background. I’m going with this interpretation, it was a pretty powerful dream, and I found that the rest of the day, I was at peace, and spent a lot of time with my pond piggies.

And if you are still reading at this point, I know this was a long one, here are some lovely flower pictures to make you smile.

There are no coincidences…

Life after 70…

I feel like I’m living in the fast lane. There is amazing stuff, cool opportunities, and great communities all around me, and I just move with a rhythm and determination because being sedentary is not in my job description. People are shocked when I say I don’t have a television. I’m more sane, and I have way more time for fun stuff. I pay attention to what happens in the world, but I don’t need images and in your face opinions. I read newspapers, and news magazines, and columns, and for me, that’s enough. I have my own little world to nurture and protect.

One month ago, my gardens looked dreary and dead. I lost all of my Carex Grayi plants, we don’t know why. Brutal winter? Dog pee? They came back gorgeous last year, but this year, nothing. I’ve ordered a few replacements, and we will see…

Within one month, the transformation is miraculous… (The yellow flowers are Packera) The specimen tree in the middle of the photo is an American Hornbeam. There are six now on the property.

And at dusk, it is magical.

Note that this is one corner of my property, viewed from the window in my music room where I eat my meals and watch the “show”. The entire half acre is full of native plants (and some remaining non native) and I will admit, there are times I just a tad overwhelmed keeping up with the invasives that insist on taking up residence in my yard.

I go out almost every day and work on an area. I have a robin that follows me around. (Cause when you disturb the soil, it makes the juicy things in the soil easier to get…)

This past month saw daffodils…

My glorious Japanese cherry (yes it isn’t native…) bloomed two weeks early for the first time since my late husband and I planted it in 1982.

I learned about hysteranthy, where the plant flowers before the leaves come out. Like this bloodroot.

And now the irises are starting to open… Even though they aren’t native, I’m in love with them and I don’t care if they spread…

And of course my driveway is framed by bleeding hearts, which aren’t native, but have been there since the 80’s and protect my hostas, also not native, from the deer. I did though, locate a couple large native bleeding hearts at a plant sale last weekend, and they are waiting to go in the ground.

Meanwhile, it is concert season. I thought December was bad… I think I’ve had at least two concerts since my last post. And I have one about every two weeks for the foreseeable future. With different themes, requiring different costumes… I’m on it…

So this was the concert last weekend, in celebration of Mothers, for Mother’s Day. We played a piece attributed to Anne Boleyn who wrote it while imprisoned in the Tower of London, awaiting her death. She knew she wouldn’t be able to raise her daughter, who later became Queen of England…I’m wearing my medieval-esque costume with the split skirt to accommodate my cello.

I made a brocade vest, and used the sheepskin scraps I had in the attic, pieced together to line it. I’ll wear it over my regular costume when it is chilly.

And May 16th, I’ll be playing with NJ Early Music at an America 250 festival in PA. When means a late 18th century costume. So I went spelunking in my closet, and my fabric stash, and ended up repurposing a dress my mother in law wore about 40 years ago to demonstrate Bobbin Lacemaking. I took it mostly apart, cut the skirt up the middle, and reworked the sleeves. I forgot to take a photo of the original. I found a green silk, enough for a split skirt, and I’ll play my cello, and bass recorder for this America 250 event. We will be playing two sets, one at 10 and one at 11:45.

And yes, I’m still weaving! I attended a guild workshop, in Rose Path Rag Rug weaving with Nancy Crampton. It was two days, and we wove a lot of samples. For some reason, which I can’t explain, except that maybe because I’m a yardage for clothing weaver, I’ve never in my 40 plus year career, ever made a rag rug…

So now I have this extremely large sampler of possibilities, all on a Rose Path threading, (that’s my sampler on the left), and I’m actually thinking about making an actual rag rug. (I’ve probably always been a bit hesitant because they are tripping hazards and I’m a klutz, and I have dogs who like to chew up textiles…)

And I’m slowly building the content for my natural dye class journal. Here are the reelings I took from the dyed yarn samples, ready to go into the journal.

But the best news, is the podcast I recorded a couple months ago, for the Sweet Georgia Yarn Company, released on Wednesday. It is an hour long, and the video can be found on YouTube.

Sweet Georgia Show Podcast/ Season 6 Episode 8, May 6, 2026 1 hr 7min.

https://sweetgeorgiayarns.com/the-sweetgeorgia-show-s6-e8-daryl-lancaster

YouTube   https://youtu.be/tbRRNszDdGI?si=8mA7uF2QLkO0J_ts

Hopefully if you listen to it, you will be inspired and laugh, because my life is sort of like that. What will she come up with next… Felicia was a lovely interviewer, and I had a blast recording it.

It has been a busy month, I turn 71 in a couple weeks, and I’m having the best time flying from one thing to another, everything in its season, and hoping to be my mom when I grow up. My beloved mother just turned 95 last weekend. I’m so very lucky to have my number one fan/supporter still with me, cheering me on, waiting anxiously to read my latest blog post (she has no internet access by choice), which will go out in tomorrow’s mail to her.

For those celebrating Mother’s Day, know that caring for anything, a child, a grown child, an animal, nature, plants, anything that requires us to pay attention and give generously of our time, patience and perseverance, deserves to be celebrated. May you all find something to celebrate Sunday, regardless of whether or not you have actual children.

Stay tuned…

Vernal Equinox

Tuesday it was 85 degrees. Today it was 43 degrees, cold, windy, and bone chilling. This is spring in NJ.

Still… My son came and helped me clean out the vegetable garden, and I got my lettuces planted. It felt wonderful to play in the mud…

My goal was to finish the natural dye class I started a year and a half ago, through Maiwa in Vancouver by the time spring came. I valiantly plowed forward, through the winter, through the snow storms, creating color and embracing knowledge, and it has been a fantastic journey. I have a huge pile of samples, that have been washed, ironed, and are ready for final tagging, putting in a journal, and putting on the shelf. I’ve learned so much. I’m going to try to keep the indigo vat going, we will see how successful I am with that. I have an herbal friend, whom I’ll be taking a medicinal herb class starting the end of April, through the county arboretum, coming tomorrow to help sort and label all the samples. She has lots of dye stuffs, and I look forward to dyeing with a friend in the coming weeks.

As the weather allowed, I started wandering the gardens, looking for things popping up, digging under all the leaf mulch from last fall, to find smothered ground cover. I was rewarded with a lovely snow crocus, not sure where they came from, not something I planted, but a beautiful, lovely surprise.

So of course, I grabbed a bunch of yarn and dove in. Cause I had an empty loom…

I wound all the skeins into cakes, noting how much I had of each.

I wound the warp…

I threaded the loom…

I beamed the warp…

And I started sampling wefts, deciding on a lovely brown wool, though I probably won’t have enough to do all 10 yards. I’ll see how far my stash takes me and then come up with plan B…

My pond guys came today. They do a spring cleaning, drain the ponds, removing fish and apparently I had a frog, who knew, power wash, refresh, hook up filters, and get everything ready for the spring. I have two ponds, which I’ve talked about extensively, I got to see the tank holding the goldfish (and frog) while they cleaned one of the ponds. I had to leave for rehearsal so I didn’t get to see all the very large koi from the second pond.

Considering how brutal this winter was, I was so happy that it looks like all my fish survived. I had some damage to the second pond, a huge crack in the upper spillway, which my pond guy tried to repair. I may have to take a hair dryer out there by the weekend to get the patch to dry. It is damp and rainy at the moment. The waterfall had a leak, which he fixed as well. I’m crossing my fingers the water level holds. I hate mucking around the ponds when the water is freezing.

The end of March, I had my first of many spring concerts, this one with New Jersey Early Music. I played both bass recorder, and cello. That’s me in the back row on the right. It is so much fun to play/perform, with some really great, talented people. We all spend countless hours practicing, rehearsing, dressing up, and performing. All volunteer. They have all been so patient and kind as I try hard to learn the cello. I’m finally at a point where I don’t wince as I draw the bow across. Much of the time now, I love the sound I get.

My next concert is April 19th, with Montclair Early Music.

I took a drive down to Maryland last weekend, to have a good visit with my almost 95 year old mom. She has had some issues this winter, which was tough on everyone, and spent much of it in and out of the hospital. I couldn’t believe how fantastic she looked when I got down there, I want to be her when I grow up.

I’m hoping any day now to hear the Sweet Georgia Yarn Podcast I recorded a few weeks ago. And a week or so ago, I was a panelist on the Handweavers Guild of America Careers in Textiles Symposium. As I sat staring at the screen, in my best professional expression, Mulder is getting into all sorts of situations to grab my attention… This basket sits on the desk where I’m recording… He makes me laugh…

We have had some pretty rainy weather, and earlier in the week, on the way to one of my many rehearsals, it started to rain, even though the sun was shining. Sure enough, as I headed southeast, every time I turned a corner or went around a bend, there was the most spectacular rainbow waiting for me. I felt like it was a sign from the universe that all will be well. At one point, I went around a bend and there was a double rainbow.

The world is a mess right now. I’m sick with worry about things I can’t do anything about. But spring is here, and nature has a way of thumbing its nose at the stupidity of man, and blossoming forth in spite of us. I’m energized, and hopeful. My daughter gave me a portable watercolor set with sketchbook, so I can draw my garden wherever I am. I drew the first spring flower I saw.

Stay tuned…