Just one more from the museum.
I saw it almost immediately in this rendition of the Tree of Life: the fifth figure from the left. This artist knew breast cancer.
While, here at home: the flowers on the sweet cherry have bloomed to the top now.
The afghan for my niece, the daughter of my late sister-in-law, is coming along; 49″ wide by 40″ long so far, 50/50 cashmere/cotton at a 3/6 weight (size 9s for when I check back later to use up the last of this mill-end.)
Redwoods grow as tall as they do so as to capture the nightly ocean fog on their needles, where it condenses and drips off the tips while some runs down their trunks to the roots below. Which is why they have to be shallow, and why they’re so much at risk in a drought, especially down here in the valley, and why they’re terrible to plant close to buildings.
Volunteers have been replanting redwood seedlings in the parks by the coast where the trees had burned. Will it take a few thousand years to get back to what had been? Yes, which is why they’re getting started.
My long twiggy saplings have the fog dripping down around them in the yarnover spaces.
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That piece is beautiful! I love the colors. And of course the tree and the knitting are also lovely.
Comment by ccr in MA 04.04.22 @ 8:05 amWith things like sequoias, we’d better plant them as soon as possible, if we’re going to bother at all!
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