I’ve spent a lot of time lately knitting secrets into a scroll for an artist’s book on the topic ‘Secret.’ In the process I learned a lot about steganography, or the concealing of a message, image, or file within another message, image, or file. Go to flagelknittingfiles.blogspot.com to learn all about what Madame DeFarge was up to as she sat knitting before the guillotine in Tale of Two Cities.
I wish I had known how to do this in high school, when passing notes in class got me into lots of trouble—
I was waiting for L to come home the other day, and got so entranced by her front porch things that I almost wanted her to be late. This broken ceramic hand with its appendages, the specimens from the bone table—
And out in the dried up frost bitten garden by our front porch one of the dwarf hibiscuses is putting forth blooms as though it were still August.
I can never resist pulling into the driveway by the white barn and sketching the leisure bulls.
Have you seen this lone, dried-up looking, green and white striped leaf lurking in the fall and winter forest? This is the winter stage of the putty root orchid, the tiny blooms of which I watched avidly last June. In winter the chlorophyl-laden single leaf makes food for the plant even when snow covers it and icy winds flatten it. Meanwhile underground a complex root with bulbous corms stores the starchy food.
I found fifteen of the leaves where the flowers came up last summer. I dug up one leaf and the corm to which it was attached to see if the corm really had adhesive putty inside. It does! Native people and early colonists/settlers/displacers of Native people are said to have used this corm’s sticky pulp to mend pottery. I tried using it to adhere a piece of paper to this page. It works very well— dries flat and it can be reversed with water. The putty root is not endangered in NC but check its status in your area before digging any up. I replanted mine in our front garden.
All different breeds and all groomed for the show.
A Shetland ewe
And a Shetland lamb ram
A big Icelandic
At the end of their competitions some owners had their sheep shorn, and here is a master shearer at work. The sheep was relaxed and looked like it was lying back in a barber’s chair. The shearer wore interesting Australian felt shearers’ moccasins.