Giving it up

March 19, 2021 – Agave blade

As we worked in Meg and Paul’s yard, removing the dead and dying plants that didn’t make it through the week-long freeze, we debated about the thorn-crested agaves (which we mistakenly called Spanish daggers back in the day) …

We had transplanted them a few years back from our Hill Country house, where we had more than a few to spare …

In fact, if you look closely at left side of the first picture, you can see some of the “pups” that made them so prolific. So yeah, they were sentimental favorites for sure.

But when I tried to cut off the freeze-dried blades at Meg’s, the results were far from eye-pleasing. Besides, I rationalized, they’re kinda dangerous around little ones, given the barbed nature of the edges, which hook back and can do some serious damage …

So the decision was made to pull them out. Although I didn’t have the heart to photograph them at the time, I wished I had. That’s when I got the idea to make a memory patch of a single blade.

I found some pale green silk and a scrap of hand-dyed cotton with a mottled color that reminded me of damaged foliage.

I folded and pressed the silk and “pinned” it to the cotton with my finest needles. Then I worked out a funky kind of blanket stitch that reminded me of the barbed agave spines …

So while I guess I’m glad the agaves are gone for now, I suspect there may be some pups hidden in the soil that may yet come up … ya never know.

Rough drafts

I’ve been clipping and tearing strips of old clothes and thrift store linen …

wanting to see what comes next.

Don has been doing much the same kind of imagining out back …

And still we watch and wait.

Storytelling

The storm last night was fierce, the windows rattling as thunder boomed and lightning flashed directly overhead …

We took comfort in a handful of dewberries picked earlier in the day, sweetened with a bit of ice cream and a granola/streusel mixture for a deconstructed crumble (recipe at the end) …

This morning we woke to green and 3.8 inches in the rain gauge …

Fortunately, we live 300 feet above the Blanco River, which is at flood stage and rising. Not for the last time I think, “we live in a land of flood and drought.

The land this spring is a riot of grass and wildflowers, everything taller than we’ve ever seen things, especially the Mealy Blue Sage …

and the Yellow Indiangrass …

I tried to capture how much the soil and mulch moved in the downpour last night, but it defied the camera’s eye. Suffice it to say everything got scrubbed clean on the Rocky Road …

And so it was that I pondered green along with the Kindred Spirits (#Ragmates2019) in Jude Hill’s Patchwork in Perspective.

My first impulse was to pull out the luscious package of cloth purchased from Fiber on a Whim last year, a study in green …

But after watching Jude wander through her scraps, I took a quick look at this relatively tidy bin (which I was the result of organizing my cloth while waiting for class to begin) …

and then ultimately decided to root through the small scraps …

Given how much I use green (my grandkids can tell you it’s my favorite color), it was no great surprise that, in the end, it felt like I just won the lottery …

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Recipe: Topping for a deconstructed fruit crumble

1 Tbs softened butter

1 Tbs cinnamon sugar

2 Tbs flour

2-4 Tbs homemade granola

Mix together and crumble onto a sheet of parchment paper. Bake for 15-20 minutes until lightly browned and crunchy (I gently nudged the crumbs every five minutes or so as they baked).

Use as a topping on fresh fruit and ice cream … or just nibble (I did both).

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