Welcome to my garden

I give fair warning here and now: This is my garden. I plant what I want. I remove what I don't want. I may post something that upsets people. Easy fix for that, I'll post a warning and  you can just scroll on by. This blog is my life story I guess. It is not going to be one specific  topic like cooking or all knitting. It will be what ever I have to talk about instead. It will be fun, crazy, upsetting, boring, and so much more.

Finally decided to get back in the game of blogging. It's a chance for me to write as I had three things I wanted to be when I grew up:

     1. A teacher: my second grade teacher at Ewell Elementary left such a good impression on me that I wanted to be just like her. Only problem is that she was either Mrs. Harrington or Mrs Hedgerton. Kindergarten and 2nd grade teachers.

    2. A member of an orchestra. worked my arse of practicing and staying 1st chair in band in the flute section. Parents thought I wanted to be in a "band" ya know stages, singing, playing guitar. Was asked to join the Honors Choir but I wasn't allowed by my parents. Nope, sorry folks, it was all those years playing my flute that caused me to want to be part of an orchestra. Jethro Toll I was not going there.

    3. A writer: like most girls I wrote poetry and one of my English teachers wanted me to enter a few contests with some of them. Never did enter those. It was either journalism or free-lance. Instead my parents pushed me to become a machinist. Ya know, lathes (learned a wood lathe same time I was going to school to become a machinist), grinders, make your own tool bits, Bridgeport, Id/OD grinders, so I wouldn't have to rely on a man to support me. Small problem; I'm legally blind in one eye. I should never had been put into a shop. Should never had passed a physical for the job I did get. Yes, back then I filled the shop's government incentive of having a female doing a typical guy's job.  

Now, here I am doing the things I dreamed about. Lol. I realized:

 I am a teacher - whether Sunday School/youth group, 4-H, and of course all things fluffy and fun aka fiber arts. 

I still play my instruments just for the sheer pleasure of it.

And am a blogger who falls off the wagon and neglects my blogs as I'm usually up to my elbows in dyeing yarn, taking care of the fiber animals, jewelry making, spinning, weaving, knitting. Lots and lots of knitting. Became a designer and am working on a few more projects for a book I want to get published. 

So on those notes. Welcome to my garden!

This blog will be such a mishmash of things, hence the name Lisabeth's Garden. You never know what will be blooming in the garden. Some things are planted on purpose, some things are like weeds and show up just when you don't want them to, and sometimes you can't get out in the garden to take care of things. Some things need to ripped out or replanted, others are over producers. It takes time and care for a garden, what you put into it you harvest. That being said; here I will write about whatever the heck comes into my head. Be it knitting, spinning, fiber related, lots of fiber related, life, gardening, recipes, thoughts, faith, a bit of witch, reading, triumphs and failures, family, friends, crafts, marriage, woodworking (stop laughing over there in the back row: I was into wood and metal lathes before harassment was even thought of as a no-no), homeschooling, volunteerism, making things as I do more than just fiber stuff, sadness, happy things and whatever the hell I feel like and rarely politics.

Spring time in the Mitten (shape of the state) is usually fighting with Old Man Winter. (personally I think Mother Nature is off her meds again). Sour cherry trees have their blossoms yet it's still too cold for the honey bees to do their thing. Rain, no snow, no freezing temps, no, let's have 70 degrees and sun, nope snow again, all in 24 hrs. Currently it's rained the last three days and we are back to mud.

Many things happen on a farm in the Spring; New goat kids, kittens, old goats passing, mud, slush, a quiet moment, oops more rain. Never ending, and never the same, for which I am grateful. The days blend together sometimes but, for me, that's okay.

So here is the 1st, but, not last post from the garden.