25 April 2011

the old lie

red sky in the morning
Anzac Day, 2011

Dulce et Decorum est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Wilfred Owen

the Easter tree that is no more

easter egg tree 2007

Thanks to the cat.

20 April 2011

lids for kids

When one's brain is full of essay material but it needs more time to percolate and bubble, knitting keeps the fingers busy and allows the mind to process thoughts and structure an argument. It's far more productive than sitting in front of a blank Word document, fighting (and losing) the temptation to flip over to the party side of the computer and catch up on friends' doings on facebook.

baby bonnet

Alert readers usually recognise an imminent deadline when they see a complete blog revamp. This time I'm enhancing the gift stash with useful baby items and feeling very smug about it.

baby bonnet

Both projects have been ravelled.

I've also been regularly updating my reading log if you're interested. It's over there on the left, under Not Just Cookbooks.

11 April 2011

the great potato famine of 2011

potato harvest 2011

I harvested our potato crop on the weekend.

Yeah, go me.

8 April 2011

autumn snapshot

reading :: Ransom by David Malouf. A great take on the most interesting chapter in The Iliad. A journey into the minds of Achilles and Priam, and Idaeus, quite unlike the original which does not dwell on any of the characters' interior lives. The ultimate fan fiction. Loved it.

listening [in the car] :: my very first Georgette Heyer experience. Devil's Cub. Someone said Heyer's books are like Mills and Boon romances - not true! There is nary a swelling bosom* in sight let alone a throbbing anything thankyouverymuch, plus the menfolk wear lace and rouge to boot. It's far more reminiscent of Jane Austen with its sly humour and sarcasm, and misunderstood young ladies of modest means who nevertheless are of aristocratic ancestry and are thus entirely worthy of the noble rakes against whose attractions they struggle. The narrator of this audiobook is particularly wonderful at voices and accents (and sly humour). A pleasure.

*Update, Saturday. Just dropped off a child at soccer and on the way home listened to 5 more minutes. Heard "Juliana's bosom swelled [...]" however it was in indignation rather than anything else so points there.

knitting :: a charcoal tweedy cardigan and a luscious blue patterned yoke cardigan. One at work and one at home. Both about two thirds completed.

crocheting :: a giant granny square rug omg I am addicted and cannot stop

ignoring :: the sewing together of the 90 black edged crochet squares into an afghan rug

eating :: fabulous organic hot cross buns from the school fundraiser

drinking :: a cleanskin merlot which is going down quite nicely on a Friday night

enjoying :: the end of term Easter celebration at Son #3's school - singing, hot cross buns and fruit, school strings group playing in the vegie garden in the early morning autumn light

planning :: June craft weekend, only eight weeks away

hoping :: to see Never Let Me Go at the cinema sometime this weekend

baking :: orange cake from Cookery the Strayan Way and bread from the Artisan Bread in 5 Minutes a Day website (it took longer than 5 minutes)

working :: nuff said

studying :: narratives of war throughout the ages

fighting :: the good fight. Still. Sigh.

despairing :: men behaving badly

singing :: Yuki, Yuki baby ... when I get home from work and want a cuddle from the badcat (to the tune of 'Jamie Baby', from Truly Madly Deeply)

drying :: herbs from my garden for soap making

drying herbs for soapmaking
L to R lemon thyme, common garden thyme, rosemary, lemon verbena.

4 April 2011


Addicted again.

granny squares for the floods/earthquake/tsunami appeal

Grannies for Sarah London's Crochet a Rainbow appeal. She is collecting grannies throughout 2011 if you care to contribute, and the appeal has been extended to cover flood, earthquake and now tsunami survivors.

90 granny squares

Finally sorted through the enormous bag of grannies I found at the op shop for $5 way back in the mists of time, threw out those whose glitter ratio could not quite be borne despite being virtually freebies, whipped up a few more and edged every.single.one. in black. Now to put all of together into a blanket and see if 90 are enough. That should take another three years, I reckon.


To ensure it does take a full three years, I have embarked on another project. (Shut up. I know you do that too). A giant granny square lap blanket. In slightly more restful colours.