This is… mostly what I want. I haven’t come up with a way to do the texturing of the sunflower; the punch leaves dents and the awl is too small. Also not sure if I want color. But I’m happy with the butterfly.

In an attempt to be positive, if you positively detest Daylight Savings Time as much as I do, here’s a reminder that my solar clock will always tell you what time it really is, wherever you are. (On earth, anyhow.) And if anyone can make this into the lock screen for my phone, give me a holler.

Meanwhile, here are some flowers. Actually there were so many blooming along the Eno River today that I could not find a place to sit down to eat lunch without squashing them. So I ate my PBJ while walking.

There’s a project in there somewhere… if I just keep planing maybe I will find it

Time to harvest some spinach.

I enjoyed my Leap Day hike yesterday… thinking I will make it an annual tradition!

O to walk the greenway fair
When meadows all are grassing—
The birds singing their morning air,
And sewer pipes off-gassing

I think that we should all strive to swear more colorfully. The trouble with the casual use of certain words once held in certain circles to be unutterable is not that they are coarse but that they are boring. As an alternative, I have been trying to use woodworking-specific oaths when I screw up or cut myself, such as “Mother Ann’s knickers!” The challenge is trying to remember it in moments of extreme distress, so like any new habit of mind you may want to practice it when you don’t really need it. It’s these little changes in ourselves that make the world a better place, you know?

Currently reading: Stalingrad by Vasily Grossman. It is about the Battle of Stalingrad in the sense that War and Peace is about Napoleon’s invasion of Russa, so the incendiary bombs start falling on about page 550 of 1000. It is one of those books I wish I were reading with someone, so I could talk through what I think about it.

Bought these from a guy who looked oddly like Harvey Korman.