Under the Maple Canopy

Singing Union Songs Since 2009


Today we’re:
Listening to music (though not all of us are sitting  backwards on a rocking chair) and taking pictures.  Old favorites.  Finding out we’re missing a few.  Oh, my!  Photo shoot with willing kids.  Picture me!  Picture me!  Discovering that I’m not such a bad photographer after all and that there’s no reason to go down to JcPenney to get Boo’s picture taken.  Oh, and that ordering prints through iPhoto is cheap.


Finding a new spot for the Buddha to sit seeing as certain people can’t keep their fingers out of the water and his old home was on my refinished antique sewing machine. We’re just going to call what happened there…character.  This one’s in the kitchen below the chalkboard that’s going to be home to our weekly menu plan because I’m not homeschooling anymore and I think it would be pretty.  I picked this cabinet (made from spark plug crates) up at an antique store many moons ago.  Discovering that I need to go antique shopping…like yesterday.


The cabinet is also home to our books.  According to our librarian (the second grader) this is where the non-fiction books belong.  He loves to label things in the house.  I had to start buying masking tape for the kids to use because keeping them in scotch tape was getting expensive.  Missing homeschooling and reminding myself several times a day that school was a good thing for a kid that blossomed into a writer when I had to cajole him into writing each. and. every. word.


A fresh tablescape with the table runner made by my mom and some placemats I got from Ikea who knows when and were sitting lost and forlorn on top of the dryer.  Oh, and art.  Lots of art with the beeswax blocks that never really caught on with the kids until recently.  Wishing that we had done more of this last year and less spelling, grammar, and pulling along.


Seriously amazing quilting.  I’ve sat with this here tablerunner for a good long while just looking at the quilting and still find something new every time I look at it.  This one’s going to be coming off and on the table several times a day.  No food-y hands on the tablerunner, please!

IMG_0897Lunch.  A mess in the microwave.  Sun bread.  Cheesy popcorn.  Birthday party plans.  Evites.  Playing in the snow.  Puppy.  Yelling a time or two to please stop fighting(!).  Referee.  Alarm clock.

A good day.


Washing Woolies

When I was at the yarn store the other day, I picked up a bottle of Eucalan woolwash.  I have washed many a wool diaper cover in my day (crocheted by moi, of course), but I have yet to wash any of the kids’ wool outerwear.  Given how prone my children are to getting dirty (read here: very or maybe better stated like magnets), this is not a good thing.  I picked up the grapefruit scented one, but in reading through their website I probably should have gone with either lavender or eucalyptus as both are moth inhibitors.

While washing a couple of sinks of hats and scarves I couldn’t help but hear Mary Thienes-Schunemann’s voice in the back of my head singing “Washin’ Woolies.”  Her soprano voice grates on my nerves like nobody’s business.  I sometimes wonder what I was thinking when I bought “This is the Way We Wash-a-Day” back in my Waldorf-curious phase.  No, really, what was I thinking?

Undershirts and leggings,
Scarves and mittens too,
We’re washin’ all our woolies ’til they look like new.

Aside from a few hats my Mom has made the kids, the only knitted item I’ve made is a scarf for Mr. J from last year (the blue one on the bottom of the above picture).  It was fun to knit, but in looking over both scarves when washing them, I actually prefer the crocheted ones because they seem a great deal sturdier.  I did find a small hole in the knit scarf that was super quick to repair thanks to the tiniest crochet hook I have ever seen.  I have no idea what one uses such a small hook for as it was one of the many things I got from my Grandma’s house recently, but fixing a scarf seems like a perfectly acceptable use.

We’re washin’ woolies,
Wooly woolies.

The purple hat is one of two berry hats my Mom made Miss L not too long ago.  There’s an adorable red one that’s missing in this batch of woolens.  It’s gone missing right along with Miss M’s brand new “darf.”  I don’t know how she lost it so quickly.  In spite of her knack for loosing things, I had sort of figured even she wouldn’t be able to lose something so quickly.  It may not surprise you, but Miss M was also the last person to have the red berry hat in her possession.  I’ve looked for them, but have come up empty.  Who knows where the little booger had them last.

What we really need is the husband.  The man can find anything.  This is a damn good thing seeing as I’d probably lose my head if it wasn’t attached to my body.  Unfortunately, my finder is also working buku hours at the moment.  Hopefully when he’s “off” work he’ll get a chance to call up a search party and go on the hunt for our missing items.

Speaking of lost things…I should start a list…


The Beginning of Fall

Fall has been a very busy so far (all four full days of it).

There were:

Tea parties with Nana.  Cranberry-Orange Bread with a simple orange juice and powdered sugar glaze (needed to bake longer) on pretty Depression Glass plates and small tea cups for the young ladies.  It was clear, based upon the rousing success of this party that there will be more in the future and that we’ll need a few more tea cups, a creamer, and a covered sugar dish.  Oh, and a three-tier stand, tiny silverware, and a few more cloth tea napkins.  I feel the flea market calling my name, but that will have to wait until next year.

Close on the heels of our morning tea party was our family Autumn Equinox dinner complete with stuffed acorn squash, bacon brussels sprouts, apple pie, and a Pinot Noir from Five Rivers for the adults.  We also read the story of Demeter and Persephone.

The girls and I were back at my Grandma’s house this week to pick up a few dishes and check out the toys to make sure we didn’t leave anything behind.  Aunt L was also there sorting through Grandma’s clothes and shoes.  She sent the girls home with some shoes and a few purses.  Little did I know that the sound of too big heels would be filling my every waking moment.  Clip, clop, clip, clop.  Across the floor upstairs and down the sidewalk on the way to somewhere big.  Clip, clop, clip, clop, clip.

Last, but certainly not least, or at least the last thing I have a picture of, are new-found treasures finding new homes.  This little rocking chair was caned by my Grandma many moons ago.  My Aunt L has the newspaper clipping to prove it.  This is one of many pieces of furniture that have made it to our house and the second of the small rocking chairs.  Miss L also picked up a cabinet suitable for her very own dresser and I picked up a rustic table that’s become another seasonal space in the house to hold all of our treasured pieces.  That doesn’t even include the card table and chair set that came home and will mean we can have guests over for dinner and provide them with a place to sit!

We had to find homes for some of the new glassware which meant a set of storage containers for my empty canning jars and getting rid of a few of the things I was holding on to for no particular reason.  Finding a new home for my Grandma’s pretty bowls seemed like a sufficient reason.

Oh, and the new Mumford & Sons album.  Did I mention that?

iTunes messed up and I paid for it twice (grumble, grumble, grumble), but shhh, let’s just enjoy the music.