Archive for the ‘Nature’ Category

Every Day Brings a New Lesson on the Wing

Friday, June 11th, 2010

Today was a gorgeous day, not too hot, not too cold. This afternoon, when Jim mentioned that he might do some more “weed whacking,” I suggested that we drive over to a natural area in Concord that runs along the beautiful Merrimack River and take a hike. The wooded trail sports some extremely old-growth pine trees, and an outstanding Shag Hickory, as Jim pointed out. He had begun his college career as a Forestry/Botany major before the U.S. Army sent him on a scenic tour of Germany, in another life.

Pat near Merrimack River

I was in a rare mood this afternoon and when a Halloween sweatshirt with “Lucy” that says “The Witch is ‘In’ ” fell out of my closet, I decided to wear it. The Merrimack River looks serene on the surface but has strong undercurrents and sometimes eels, formerly harvested for food by Native Americans.

We passed some swampy areas where we stopped to check for Heron or a Snapping Turtle. None seen, we meandered through a plantation setting of pines that have been nicely-groomed. The sun was streaming through to the pine needles on the forest floor. Next, we came to a field area that borders the river. We saw a couple with their two dogs. One little dog was not straying far from them and one of the dogs was at the bottom of a steep banking and was full of mud. He seemed intent on digging a hole at the river’s edge. Some teenagers were hanging out a little ways away. We continued down the trail.

dog

The muddy dog enjoying himself!

The big surprise of the day was in seeing an area cordoned off because just over the edge of a high embankment there is a huge nesting site for a certain kind of swallow. We stayed clear, but watched as the swallows swooped over the water in great numbers. I never knew that swallows nested in sand!

The trail makes a loop so we eventually came out to the field near the pines. We were prepared with bug spray, and were bothered only by a persistent deer fly that was intent on biting my head, but didn’t.

All in all the events of the day were a total pleasure, from beginning to end. I enjoyed presenting a talk about my favorite research subject, Mrs. Ellen Webster, New Hampshire’s Own Quilt Historian, to a receptive audience. I am so happy to live in Concord, New Hampshire, a friendly community where the “river runs through it.”

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Bullfighting: What’s the Scoop?

Monday, May 3rd, 2010

It is probably safe to say that most people who did not grow up, going to bullfights and accepting them as the norm, may think of them as barbaric. Within a certain aesthetic, they would be correct. However, to understand why Spaniards and others of Mediterranean descent think of Bullfighting as an art, one has to understand the principles behind the seemingly violent display.

Simply put, bullfighting is an act of man v. beast. The bull is larger, stronger, and has horns. Those horns have the potential to do serious damage, and only the most young and the most agile of bullfighters can get out of their way. Many a bullfighter has had his stomach torn open, an eye taken out, or been gored in the leg or arm. Some of the injuries cause the bullfighter to face long periods of recuperation, or to leave bullfighting altogether. The average amount of time for this particular career is only about six years.

The thrill of bullfighting is the uncertainty of the outcome. It is a way for the bullfighter to prove his manhood, and to look Death in the face. A bullfight is like staring down danger itself. If a bull is extremely valiant, sometimes his life is spared and he lives his remaining years on a farm, in peace. However, the usual outcome is that the bull is weakened by placement of bandillas by the matador, and then is killed with a sword. The body of the bull is pulled out of the bull ring by a team of horses, and the meat is sold. In times past, meat was often given to the poor. At any rate, it is not “wasted.”

In Spain, for a number of years, there have been protesters who shout and carry signs that say: “Bullfighting is neither art nor culture.” “La corrida no es arte ni cultura.” The animal rights activists have been very clear about their position.

In this century, the “sport” or “local entertainment,” depending on how ones looks at bullfighting, is as popular as ever. Bullfighters travel all over Spain and fight 100-110 bullfights per year. The verdict is not in as to whether the practice will continue. Part of the draw is the pageantry involved from the matador’s commanding presence, his outfit, the colorful cape he carries, and the music that is played. It is a time of great celebration, and a time of joy when the bullfighter survives unscathed. Alternately, much anguish is experienced when he is hurt.

Some people can call Bullfights barbaric but the matador and the bull are both trained for their time together in the ring. A slight misjudgment can turn the tide for either of them, and that is what keeps the audiences coming back and cheering. I’ve seen only one bullfight and that was in Calahorra, Spain, not far from where I studied in Pamplona. It was fought in the “Portuguese style.”

Patricia Cummings

The Tranquility of Nature

Monday, March 15th, 2010

If you get far enough away from civilization, you can avoid the sounds of cars and trucks and other noise pollutants and just enjoy the tranquility found there. A few years ago, Jim and I were taking a nature hike in the White Mts. and whispering about how quiet the spot was. The only sounds were the falling leaves of autumn and a chipmunk, skittering from branch to branch. We could hear the motion of the stream, and all was blessedly quiet.

All of a sudden, the silence was disturbed by one little boy who took the forest for his own romping ground, crashing through the underbrush, hooting and hollering, with two parents trailing behind. Some days, silence is elusive and communing with nature is out of the question.

swans

There is no prettier sight that wild swans. These swans over-winter in Rhode Island in protected coves such as this one.

We always enjoy seeing birds, whether they are hawks hanging out in leafless trees, hunting for a meal of mice, or herons standing in any and every roadside wet spot in New Hampshire. Bald eagles have made a remarkable comeback in the state and can be seen in various spots along the Merrimack River where there is plenty of fish. The yearly migration patterns will soon bring smaller birds back to summer in New Hampshire, a dream of many people who do not live here. Hummingbirds arrive during the first days of April and usually, there is not much food available for them, by then. It is a thrill when immature birds arrive at the feeder.

Usually, I can count on Orioles showing up on Mother’s Day to feast on the nectar on the apple blossoms of the old tree in our yard. There is a lot of satisfaction in seeing living birds and animals, fending for themselves and surviving the odds of survival. For me, there is nothing more refreshing than to go hiking and observe the changing landscapes, waterways, and wildlife that is ever present in little-trod areas. Here’s hoping that Nature will inspire you and perhaps, your needlework or quilts This is a small wall quilt I made so long ago, I don’t remember when!

swan wall quilt

Swan wall quilt designed and made by Patricia Cummings says, “and then there were two.”

Until next time,

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Hummingbirds

Wednesday, January 13th, 2010

A couple of days ago, I watched a show about hummingbirds. I just caught the tail end of the presentation but learned a few facts, new to me. Did you know that they return to the same yards each year? They are a powerhouse of energy and before their migration, they put on an extra 2 grams of weight so that they will have enough body fat to fly non-stop over the Gulf of Mexico. Their other migration pattern ranges from Canada to the eastern U.S.

Depending on the area where you live, you are likely to see any number of types of hummingbirds. In New Hampshire, we see only Ruby-throated Hummingbirds. In Peru, there is a rare type of hummingbird that is in danger of extinction because of deforestation to create farmland. The male of the species that two long feathers, consisting of a spine and a plumage at the end. These attract females during showy courtship displays. The colors of hummingbird feathers themselves are not really “colors.” They are light refractions, if I am to understand correctly.

Many people feed hummingbirds, but take care in that practice. Sugar water needs to be changed at least once per week, and artificial feeders should be washed thoroughly with hot water. Feeders often attain mold/ mildew, in New Hampshire’s humid weather, and if the feeder is not cleaned, you are actually writing a death sentence for the birds you like to see. A superior alternative is to plant open throated flowering plants: Morning Glories, Petunias, and Trumpet Vines with their long cylindrical blooms.

While I am on the subject, let me say this: I used to have birdfeeders in my yard and delighted in seeing the many varieties of birds that would visit. The Bluejays, Cardinals, Rufous-sided Towhees, Indigo Buntings, Juncos, Chickadees, etc. etc. brought joy to my heart. Then, I learned that the spilled seed can be toxic and was inviting an excessive population of mice into my yard, some of which found their way into my warm house. Feeding birds at feeders passes on diseases to other birds. This accounts for a disease that has been wiping out New Hampshire’s state bird, the Purple Finch.

So, now, I save myself time, money, and aggravation, and try to keep my yard bird-friendly in other ways. There are levels of vegetation in which birds can nest. One year, a Robin laid her eggs in a large plant container at my front portal. There is plenty of water in the stream at the back end of our property, and there are lots of “bugs” in the yard, upon which to feast. We don’t use commercial pesticides or fertilizers on our lawn or other growing plants. We compost kitchen peelings, leaves, etc. to add nutrients back into the soil.

The one exception to feeding the birds is a square of suet that is available to them. It is amazing to see the larger birds, like huge crows, trying to land on this meat fat that is enclosed in a wire cage and suspended from a Lilac branch. The woodpeckers are the most frequent visitors.

Birds need water, shelter, a safe place to raise their young, and natural seeds, berries, and worms for food. It is fun to be helpful to our feathered friends, and sometimes, that simply means not actively intervening, but allowing them to forage, as they must.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Fairbanks Museum & Planetarium, St. Johnsbury, Vermont

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

Fairbanks Museum

Being a New Hampshire-ite, I never heard much about St. Johnsbury, Vermont except that my Aunt Mabel Grace once taught music there, and that her sister, Virginia, and her mother (my grandmother), lived there at that time. My father and mother would visit, by all accounts, but that was before my time, as I was not here until the 1950s. When Jim suggested a trip to a museum I had never heard of before, I raised one eyebrow, wondering if it would be worth the trip. Today, we traveled up the road, past evergreens cloaked in white, and lifeless branches to which ice was clinging. In the historic area of St. Johnsbury, flanked by antique homes, is a remarkable museum that first opened its door in 1891.

A large brick building, crafted in Romanesque style, the museum was built in 1889, and occupies three levels. On the first level, glass cases hold examples of taxidermically-stuffed birds and wildlife. There are more than 3,800 birds. For the first time ever, I was able to see a Raven standing next to two Crows. I am amazed at how much larger a Raven is than the largest of Black Crows. As I viewed the many types of Owls, I wondered which ones had been chosen by those Victorian artists who added owls to so many of the designs for Redwork. Many species of Hummingbirds are represented, and I particularly liked the family of Opossums. The bull moose and the bison are both huge animals! Examples of various kinds of Bears, as well as many smaller animals have been collected. On the first level, right now, there is an exhibit of worldwide instruments.

If one climbs a narrow, winding stairwell, intriguing exhibits await. Victorian ephemera, dolls of all sizes, drawings, silk cocoons, an exhibit of Tapa cloth, old crochet hooks, including one created from bending the end of a square headed nail, and Native American items such as beaded boots and an Abenaki basket are on display. Case after case contains something different, including a Mummy! Some memorable and intriguing works were framed and mounted compositions composed of insect parts. One is called “Star” and features 5,280 insects. John Hampson made the piece about 1900. Believe it or not, there were others!

An exhibit of beautiful, framed, Nature photographs were set up, gallery style, with contact information for the artist. The pieces were for sale. A museum shop on the first floor offers mostly items that would appeal to children: stuffed animals, puzzles, and some Christmas ornaments. The museum, the vision of Franklin Fairbanks, is home to Vermont’s only public planetarium.

For anyone who loves birds, animals and the natural world, with some additional points of history included, this museum is a great place to pass a few hours. Since it was a long trip home, and the only restaurant we spotted was McDonald’s, we decided to take a little detour on the way home and visited the “Happy Hour Restaurant” in Wells River, Vermont. The food is dependably good, the service is friendly and the place is comfortable. After a pleasant meal, we headed back to I-93 for the trip south, feeling as though we’d enjoyed our vacation day.

The museum is gearing up for a special event on December 12 from 1-4 p.m. The Fairbanks Museum & Planetarium is located at 1302 Main St., St. Johnsbury, VT (802) 748-2372

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

“Northwood Meadows” – Come Along on Our Nature Hike Today: A Photo Essay

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009

Early this morning, Jim and I decided hike in an area where we had never been before. Passing many of our favorite antique stores in Northwood, New Hampshire’s “Antiques Alley,” as well as a quilt shop that was not open, we reached a natural area called, “Northwood Meadows.” Jim brought his camera and captured some of our favorite views of the day. I hope that you enjoy these photos, particularly if you do not live in New England.

stream

Stream at “Northwood Meadows”

baby pine tree

Who doesn’t love a baby? This “baby” pine tree is only a couple of inches high now and looks out of place with all of the taller trees around.

peaceful pond

This is a pond that we could have hiked all the way around. Isn’t it a peaceful view?

peaceful backwater

Just across the road from the pond, one of several, was this backwater with dormant pond lilies and interesting shapes of leafless trees. I love swamps!

the winding road

For some reason, this photo reminds me of the Beatles’ song, “The Long and Winding Road.” I asked Jim to take this shot because I like the texture and shapes of the weeds.

sheep were here

Throughout the woodlands of New Hampshire, one sees stonewalls that were once used on cleared acreage to keep sheep from roaming. Stonewalls are a remnant of a time when raising sheep was an integral part of New Hampshire’s economy.

hemlock

Here you see evergreen Hemlock trees, but to the left, is a deciduous tree, with rosy leaves, that neither one of us recognized. I like the shape of its leaves, in some instances, almost like a tear drop.

blueberry teaberry mix

Jim enjoyed the mix of red and green and the textural effect of these low-bush blueberry bushes and teaberry plants, growing together.

yellow birch

This Yellow Birch tree can be identified by its distinct smell of Wintergreen when its twigs are rubbed together.

more weeds

The textural effect of these weeds is just stunning. We can copy Mother Nature, but when you come right down to it, she “does” it best!

odd pine tree

This pine tree attracted me because of its bright, lime color, an oddity at this time of year, but also it’s strange pattern of growth.

We came across one large stone with so many embedded pieces of mica, they looked like glistening little diamonds. Unfortunately, the full effect was not caught with the camera. One side of the rock featured quartz, so it was clearly a rock with interesting features!

When we returned home, we found another surprise:

periwinkle in Nov.

Of all things! This is a Periwinkle (sometimes called, “Myrtle”) flower blooming on this warm November day (60 degrees Fahrenheit).

Bad weather is in store for us tomorrow, so most likely, it will be an indoor day of cooking and quilting. We certainly enjoyed exploring new trails today and hope to return to the site another time to follow more trails. We heard birds and saw a red squirrel, but saw no deer, just imprints in the dirt that appear to be hoof marks. Thanks for coming along on our journey, today and always. You are kindly welcome!

Patricia and James Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Birds of a Feather, Flock Together

Monday, November 9th, 2009

antique bird drawing from my book - Redwork Renaissance

Antique bird drawing, one of many for Outline Stitch Embroidery (Redwork, etc.) from the e-book, Redwork Renaissance Revisited, available on the Products Available page of Quilter’s Muse Publications website.

Who doesn’t thrill at seeing the first Robin of Spring, with its ear so finely-tuned as to detect worms just under the surface of the ground? Sometimes, like last year, Robins have appeared in my yard, while snow was still on the ground. Just recently, I learned that Robins are changing their migratory patterns. Some are remaining year round in heavily-wooded areas of New Hampshire.

We all love to see birds, and in New England, there is an abundance of them. My favorite bird is the Puffin, although I have never been to the rocky area off the coast of Maine where they live. I have just viewed them in videos and in photos. I remember seeing a picture of an outstanding quilt that depicts Puffins. The birds live in colonies, as do seals and sea otters. They travel together, as do Cedar Waxwings, another very social bird.

It is no surprise that photographers have wanted to capture the beauty of birds, scientists have wanted to study them, and the ordinary citizen has joined the Audubon Society to be with other birding enthusiasts. Some people decide to help the birds survive the winter by putting up bird stations. This seems like a wonderful thing to do, at first glance, but think again.

In New Hampshire, our state bird, the Purple Finch, has been dying off, perhaps due to the diseases they are picking up from other birds who visit feeding stations. Birds are not exactly clean creatures, especially while eating. Feeders pose a danger that are seldom or never washed or sterilized with Clorox bleach.

Authorities warn about the fact that outdoor feeders can and do attract Black Bears to yards, even in residential neighborhoods. Bears have a keen sense of smell, which is why they will tear their way into tents that have food inside, and will sometimes, even break windows to get into houses. I have not heard of that happening in New Hampshire, but I have seen videos of bears entering homes in Colorado.

Nature is always in a fine balance and whenever man inserts himself into the picture, changing food sources, or habitat conditions, there is always a price to pay. In the case of wild turkeys, just a few years ago, there were few of those in this state. They have made a comeback, due partially to restocking, and partially to no wolves or natural predators that can “take them,” except for man, in a limited turkey-hunting season.

The result is that we see turkeys in fields and by the side of the road, all the time. The other more serious result is that they sometimes fly in front of motorcycles and cars, unexpectedly, and in some cases, have caused fatalities.

In the dead of winter, we feed the birds with suet. When it is freezing cold outside, there is no chance of the animal fat becoming rancid, and birds happily utilize this food to help them keep warm and survive New Hampshire’s dire cold. As soon as the “bear alert” goes out, or as soon as the weather warms, that is the end of our bird feeding efforts. Birds are beautiful! I love them. To preserve them, it is best to leave them alone and let them feed on the natural seed pods and other forage they find for themselves.

In textiles, birds have been an endless theme of celebration in lovely old chintz fabrics and in more recent bird prints, as well as in Crewel embroidery kits, and in quilts, both antique and new. Have you made a bird quilt? If so, we’d love to see it! As birds are one of my pet subjects, I could say much more, but will leave you for now, with the suggestion of a book title that seems most interesting.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications website

For Fellow Tree Huggers

Friday, October 30th, 2009

New Hampshire Maple leaves

Autumn Maple Leaves, collage by Patricia Cummings

A saying goes like this, “A good woman gives you shade in the summer and warmth in the winter.” A tree will do the same. The Maple tree is awesome! Not only does it provide shade, firewood, and wood for fine furniture, the Maple yields sap that is boiled off to make a wonderful pancake syrup. (“Ain’t nothin’ like the real thing, baby!”) As if that were not enough, the Maple tree yields leaves of many colors, some orange, some red, some dark red, and some yellow, and sometimes more than one color in the same leaf!

We have some ancient Maples in New England that are thick in diameter. A hardy tree, they appear to be disease-resistant. On the farm where I grew up, my Dad made a tree swing on one old Maple tree. Struck by lightening in later years, it is no longer there, just its memory. Near the porch on the front of the house, there were three very large Maple trees, home to birds, and tapped by neighbors who were collecting sap, in the spring. What beautiful, cool breezes those trees provided.

I have lived among the Joshua trees of the high desert in California, and among the Saguaro cacti of Arizona. Vegetation has its beauty in other places, but New England is home for me. So today, I salute the mighty Maple trees of New Hampshire, and share some beautiful leaves with you.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Moose Sighting

Thursday, October 15th, 2009

moose

Moose as seen in Charlotte Croft’s yard. This photo was quickly snapped by her, through the window. Charlotte saw this particular moose in Vermont. He quickly realized that she had spotted him and went trotting off into the woods.

As we drive the highways and byways of New England, we often encounter “Moose Crossing” caution road signs. I have often thought that these were strategically-placed to thrill the tourists into thinking that a moose might soon appear. In the many years that I have lived in New Hampshire, I can count on one hand the times I have seen a real moose wandering around.

Once, I saw one nibbling water weeds in a culvert in Jacksonville, NH. Another sighting was in a swampy area just north of Keepsake Quilting in Centre Harbor, NH. The third sighting was when a moose appeared in the middle of the road in my hometown of Deerfield, NH. So, actually, I would need only three fingers to hold up, to account for these sightings.

Moose are called the “gentle giants of the North.” They are amazingly tall. I am amused at how ungangly they seem and how awkward they are in their stride. Every now and then, especially during rutting season, male moose will expand their “territory” to the streets of Boston. Usually animals who stray that far afield of usual habitat are put down, and an autopsy reveals that the animal suffered from brain worm disease.

Many people enjoy eating moose meat. I remember meeting a family who had just “run into” a moose (with a vehicle) in Maine and were told they could keep the animal. They said it would feed them well, all winter. Every year, a limited number of moose hunting permits are granted. They are coveted.

The photo shown here looks like a statue. It was the real McCoy. Additional photos, that were not posted, show him running off. These kinds of wildlife sightings are just one of the reasons why residents love New England. Hope you enjoyed seeing the photo. Thanks, Charlotte.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

The Stone Arch Bridge, Stoddard, NH and Some Thoughts about Stone

Saturday, October 10th, 2009

Looking back to the Stone Age, we can see how very important stones have been to man, especially in early tool making and as weapons.

We have always liked to rearrange stones, moving them to make stonewalls to keep the sheep in; building bridges; and positioning them, as at old Stonehenge, perhaps for burial rituals.

Stone Arch Bridge, Stoddard, NH

Stone Arch Bridge, visible from Rt. 202 in Stoddard, NH, looks beautiful with cascading water and surrounded by autumn leaves. photo by James Cummings

marker for Stone Arch Bridge

This roadside marker tells about the Stone Arch Bridge.

The Stone Arch Bridge is composed to two Roman arches, an arch that is quite different than those built in Moorish-occupied, southern Spain. The bridge has stood for many years!

We do not have to look far to see stones in the New England Landscape. Some are giant boulders, left by glaciers of the Ice Age, that cannot be moved easily, or at all, by any conservative means.

Boulders in a NH stream - October 2009

View of a NH stream in October 2009

Stones are markers. Stones of granite or marble for cemeteries provide occupations for stone cutters in New Hampshire and Vermont. In the past, many more stone fireplaces and chimneys were built, an idea supplanted by bricks.

Stones can take on a religious meaning, such as Celtic cross monuments. There is one in New Brunswick, Canada that was put up as a tribute to the Irishmen who reached those shores.

Indeed, the word “rock” has become symbolic of “strength” as in, “My friend was my rock during that terrible time.”

A traditional hymn, “Rock of Ages,” refers to God. The term “rock” is used a number of times in the Bible. Matthew 16:18 states:

And I also say to you that “you are Peter,” and “on this rock I will build my Church, and the gates of Hades shall not ‘prevail against it.”

Matthew 7:24 says:

Therefore, whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man which built his house upon a rock.

My house, for example, is built on granite rocks, a hard rock that has held up the house since 1821. New Hampshire is known as, “The Granite State.”

There is a real skill to working with stones to build a stone wall that will continue to stand. We see so many stone walls in the woods today and anyone new to the area would ask, “Why were stone walls built in the woods.” The fact is, New Hampshire used to have a lot of cleared land for grazing. As farming dwindled, the forest has taken over again and we have secondary forests growing now.

Rocks or stones that seem commonplace to us here in New England are a big deal elsewhere. In fact, there was a law passed to prevent the dismantling of existing stone walls, and the trucking of stones, out of state.

The other point I will mention is that New Hampshire would not have had a many textile mills along flowing rivers throughout the state, in the nineteenth century, were it not for the strength of the underlying rock formations that supported them. Many places in Vermont do have not the same kind of hard rocks that New Hampshire possesses, thus, there were not the same quantity of mills built there.

I remember reading a charming book for children titled, “Stone Soup.” Of course, we had the musical rock group, The Rolling Stones; and Bob Dylan’s song, “Like a Rolling Stone.”

Have you heard the saying, “A rolling stone gathers no moss?” Have you kissed the “Blarney Stone” lately, or read about “The Sorcerer’s Stone” in the Harry Potter novel? Do you recall the childhood saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me?”

Perhaps, your heart is cold as stone? Have you seen “The Old Stone Face?” Can you think of other references to stone?

Funny how one photo can get me rolling on a certain theme. I think I’ve exhausted my knowledge of stones. Over and out.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications