Blue Mountain Baskets

Basketmaking & Growing Willow in the Blue Mountains, Ontario, Canada

Category: Thinking Outside the Basket (page 2 of 3)

Week 24: Fresh Dogwood & Willow Rock Basket

Small stones and giant boulders that have all been dug out of our land here on top of the escarpment.

Okay, so sometimes I forget to soak my dry willow early enough in the week and have to be creative otherwise. This week I clipped my heirloom willow (the original willow here on our land- still don’t know what variety it is) and natural dogwood to make a basket out of this ‘green’ stuff.

It’s a struggle compared to lovely cultivated dried willow, but I also made it more challenging than need be! I was curious about starting a round base and then filling two sides with half moons of weaving to craft an oval. I was also trying for a rounded transition from base to sides so did no waling. Hence, the shape was difficult to work with.

Furthermore, I tried using long stakes from one side of the slate to the other so I had to tackle the border with thick butt ends and thin tips. AND I didn’t leave long enough ends of stakes to weave traditional borders. So In conclusion I have a truly rustic basket in shape, weave & material.

Since this basket is an ode to the heirloom willow and dogwood of the land, I have dedicated it to a rock collection. In it you will see the variety of rocks that come out of our soil. The glaciers rolled over this limestone escarpment dropping souvenir rocks from as far as the Canadian Shield on the other side of Georgian Bay! I sprayed the rocks with acrylic gloss clear coat to bring out the brilliant colours of the rocks just like when they are wet.

Maple rubs up against the basket. You can see the size of the boulder in comparison.

Favourite Nature Spot in 4 Seasons

One of my favourite spots nearby is the Mill Creek at the 6th Sideroad bridge here in the Blue Mountains.  As part of the Blue Mountain Watershed Trust Nature Photo of the Week 4-Seasons Challenge, I am taking a photo here each season. The creek flows northwest into the Beaver River.  In the background is a section of the Little Germany Management Area (Grey Sauble Conservation Authority).

Mill Creek in Spring

Morning sunlight beams across the shallow creek that ripples quietly over rocks. Spring brings the shoreline purple Iris flowers in the foreground and white flowering bushes in the background.

Mill Creek in Winter

The creek quietly sleeps under the blanket of snow and ice.

 

Mindful Morning among the Birds

View from my porch that morning (and Maple sharing it with me on the grass).

I am a member of the Blue Mountains’ Writers’ Group, and our task of this week was to create a story using only one words for each letter of the alphabet.  I was impressed by those who could do it in alphabetical order! The morning of our meeting day, I sat on my porch and took in the sights and sounds in a senses meditation. There was an orchestra of birds as the sun rose! After taking in the feel, sounds, sights and smells of the morning, I wrote down all of the sounds and sights.  I also learned  few new names of colours in the task.

You could hear the landscape’s layers. Birds at every hill and tree cluster as far as the eye can see and even farther as the ear can hear.

  • Trill of the squirrels
  • Rattle of woodpeckers
  • Thunder thuds of grouse
  • Honks of geese in distance
  • Chirps and whistle and tweets
  • Chatter of squirrels
  • Caws
  • Coos of dove
  • Echos of cranes
  • Flaps of a crow overhead
  • A fat wild turkey appears a murmur of low gobbles in the bush.
  • A flock of geese signaling
Finished Task for BM Writers’ Group
Yonder dawn’s xanthic amber sunlight peeks from under grey veil; hence, there is no celestial zaffre. Birds kibitz whistling, rattling, quipping. Morning jabber echoes over landscape.

Amber
Birds
Celestial
Dawn’s
Echo
From
Grey
Hence
Is
Jabbers
Kibitz
Landscape
Morning
No
Over
Peeks
Quips
Rattles
Sunlight
There
Under
Veil
Whistles
Xanthic
Yonder
Zaffre

 

Taking a Mindful Moment Rushing Out at Dawn

On of my volunteer duties is to send out the Nature Photo of the Week for our local Blue Mountain Watershed Trust.  We feature different local photographers each week who take fantastic photos of wildlife, land & waterscapes. This photo was just taken on my phone but the moment was memorable:

Sunday, April 22, 2018

White-tailed deer at Sunrise in Duncan, Grey Highlands (Euphrasia)

A mindful moment: This morning I shifted from dreading a 2-hour drive at the crack of dawn to being grateful to be at these quiet crossroads at sunrise to be greeted by these three playful deer. We shared a long peaceful moment staring at each other before we all dashed off into our day.

Andrea Matrosovs
Your Nature Photo Coordinator
Communications Committee

Your nature image of the week, compliments of the Blue Mountain Watershed Trust.

Week 16: Completed small willow basket series

My motive to the size of these baskets was to make small pussy willow and spring flower arrangements in cat food tins.

Combined with ALL of the large willow baskets from previous weeks, they were prolific with flowers and pussy willows at our Duncan community potluck held at the Ravenna Hall.

Two were destined as surprise thank you gifts for my two Associate Deans at the college. I just finished teaching this semester at Niagara College and have decided to return to concentrating on life up here in our Blue Mountains…

Week 15: Series of small willow baskets

I am helping to host the next Duncan community potluck where we gather with our rural neighbours for a nice seasonal meal together. Happily I have got the job of organizing spring centrepieces.

I want to make small baskets in which I can nestle some spring flowers and pussy willows. Inside I plan to use wet green foam blocks in low cat food tins (ha ha- you know I have many of those).

So this week I made a prototype basket and have started bases for a series of baskets. I wanted to figure out how many sticks to put in the base and how many stakes to go around such a small sized basket. Next I will practise different weaves for each, so each basket will be a little different.

Lord Grey’s English Country Dance Society

It is lovely to be back at regency era English Country Dance right here at home. My husband and I joined the Lord Grey’s English Country Dance Society to dance each month in Clarksburg a couple of seasons ago, but our jobs down south created too much confusion in scheduling and geography.

Since we dance in Stoney Creek and at Fort George when working in the Niagara region, we’ve been able to keep up our skills to dance at the upcoming Apple Blossom Ball at the Marsh Street Centre. I can’t wait! We went to a practice in Clarksburg on Sunday and it was wonderful to see familiar faces and meet new people.

For our first balls I sewed this fancy dress and matching vest that you can see in the photo. I often did the hand sewing in the car while Chris drove during our weekend commutes (when I wasn’t grading tests). I made Chris’ jacket and pants by modifying an old tuxedo he had. The dress is based on a Butterick pattern.

Breathing in the Sunset

I am frustrated and tired from a construction job in our garage building project. Feeling overwhelmed I have learned to walk away and find a happy activity to reset my neurons and mood before tackling the task again. The evening is approaching. I pick up my iPad to write my weekly blog post (sharing on this blog has become such a feel-good activity), but the evolving dusk across the horizon out my window lures my attention.

There.

Just for a minute or two.  A mindful moment.

Our window faces east but we enjoy a phenomena when the sun sets behind us in the west: in our east view the escarpment ridge reflects the firey orange sunlight while the sky lights up in a brilliant pink.

I stop everything.

I breathe.

I watch the shifting colours as pink fades to purple fades to blue. I have witnessed this colourful gift of nature many times out back of our home yet each time I breathe in awe. The horizon is expansive popping in glowing orange on the highest ridges with the last of the sunlight’s reflection.  The sky above is even more vast as it unfolds in its palette just ahead of nightfall.


Maple & I watch the last of the sunset reflecting off the escarpment- the best has passed & photos never capture the true rich colours.


Now the landscape is dull brown grey in the last light. The sky is now a cool darkening blue.  I just heard the first of the nightly coyote howls. If I had raced on in my garage or gone on to another to-do item, I would have missed nature’s escapade.

Living mindfully has taught me to take in the moments. I am fortified and refreshed.

I am ready to go back out to the garage and work late into the night to finish my construction woodwork (ahead of the drywall crew showing up at 8 am tomorrow).

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