pine needles
Nov. 18th, 2014 09:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
asakiyumeAlongside the road and in the woods, the pine needles have dropped. Where the woods path goes through a stand of white pine, I met a grandmother and granddaughter raking up the fallen needles with small bamboo rakes. They were putting them in a long bag, like a cotton picker's sack. Remarkably, they were both wearing coats of exactly the same shade of copper-orange as the pine needles.
"Are you going to put the needles around blueberry bushes to make the soil more acid?" I asked. "Or are you making baskets? Or maybe you're planning a fragrant bonfire?"
"None of those: we're gathering these for felting," the grandmother said. "I didn't realize how much Bethie'd grown this past year--show the lady, Bethie."
Bethie stuck out an arm and I saw the skin on her bare wrist between the end of her coat sleeve and her hand.
"We're going to make you a bigger one, aren't we?"
Bethie nodded.
"Wow--I didn't know you could make felt out of pine needles," I said.
"Oh no? Well, you can, if you have the knack," the old woman said.
I looked more closely at her coat, and at Bethie's, and saw now that the rich, fuzzy orange fabric was decorated with geometric starbursts of pine needle embroidery--a marvel. The grandmother caught my admiring eye and smiled.
A red-tailed hawk screamed, and for some reason that put me in mind of time passing. Work called.
"Well, good luck with the gathering and the project," I said. "The coats are amazing."
"Thank you," the grandmother said, returning to raking. "You have a nice day now." Bethie waved goodbye, and I continued on the woods path. I looked back once, but they were lost from sight.
Photo: "Carpet of Needles, Delamere, Cheshire," by Ian Helsby on Flickr
"Are you going to put the needles around blueberry bushes to make the soil more acid?" I asked. "Or are you making baskets? Or maybe you're planning a fragrant bonfire?"
"None of those: we're gathering these for felting," the grandmother said. "I didn't realize how much Bethie'd grown this past year--show the lady, Bethie."
Bethie stuck out an arm and I saw the skin on her bare wrist between the end of her coat sleeve and her hand.
"We're going to make you a bigger one, aren't we?"
Bethie nodded.
"Wow--I didn't know you could make felt out of pine needles," I said.
"Oh no? Well, you can, if you have the knack," the old woman said.
I looked more closely at her coat, and at Bethie's, and saw now that the rich, fuzzy orange fabric was decorated with geometric starbursts of pine needle embroidery--a marvel. The grandmother caught my admiring eye and smiled.
A red-tailed hawk screamed, and for some reason that put me in mind of time passing. Work called.
"Well, good luck with the gathering and the project," I said. "The coats are amazing."
"Thank you," the grandmother said, returning to raking. "You have a nice day now." Bethie waved goodbye, and I continued on the woods path. I looked back once, but they were lost from sight.
Photo: "Carpet of Needles, Delamere, Cheshire," by Ian Helsby on Flickr
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Date: 2014-11-18 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-18 05:08 pm (UTC)here (http://asakiyume.tumblr.com/post/102956618133/pine-needle-headdress-by-katie-groves), by the way, is a lovely pine-needle crown.
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Date: 2014-11-19 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
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