Weeds or flowers—it’s only nomenclature.
Granted beauty by changeable nature
Best embrace it to the hilt,
Lest it wilt.

Weeds or flowers—it’s only nomenclature.
Granted beauty by changeable nature
Best embrace it to the hilt,
Lest it wilt.

Don’t mistake her ‘cause she’s small.
You want a toy, go buy a doll.

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?