I did a lot of driving to art fairs this summer. During my most recent trip to Minneapolis I had some fond memories of the geology I grew up with in northern Ontario. We drove through some beautiful granite formations, and I even got to see some cool hoodoos. If you don’t know, these are striking rock spires that improbably narrow and widen as they rise. Usually the top part is made of more durable rock, standing on a softer rock layers that were eroded. I had gotten so used to southern Indiana’s limestone structures that it was striking to see the scraped granite outcroppings I remember from northern Ontario, especially on the Bruce Peninsula.
I also saw the familiar sycamores of Indiana replaced by the birches of the north. I found myself missing the birch trees of my youth. Of course I had to make more birch pieces! This decision was reinforced by the fact that these pieces have been popular at art fairs this summer. I have now finished two of these pieces, which will be on display at the Fourth Street Festival.
Another art project that I’m looking forward to seeing in action is the yarn bombing of some local trees. This is a fundraising project for Middleway House, organized by Mary Ann Gingels of Yarns Unlimited. There’s a nice story describing the project in Bloom Magazine if you’d like to read more about it. I’m sorry I couldn’t be part of it, but my plate is overflowing with preparations for the Fourth Street Festival. Somewhere in Bloomington there’s probably a tree that’s grateful. I did donate a bunch of yarn from my stock for the project, so I feel like I’ll be there in spirit.
When it rains it pours, and this week was the start of school for my boys. Tommie is starting middle school at Jackson Creek, so he has to be up at 6:30 to get ready and catch the bus. He comes home exhausted every day. Jacob is still cruising at Binford. He’s Mr. Confident and is mature beyond his ten years. And for those of you keeping track, yes, hubby Jim did make me a peach pie this week. Mmmmm.
Close to the front door, my squash is thriving. It has three babies, which I’m starting to suspect are either acorn squash or pumpkins, based on the shape. I’m still watering the plant regularly with my dehumidifier water. As it grew, it decided to crawl over the sidewalk, so I had to redirect it. I love all my boys, but it takes a constant effort to keep them all in line!
Until next week…