Welcome to the Bluestocking Bower. While the term “bluestocking” has had a number of meanings, it referred to the blue, homespun woolen stockings worn by bookish intellectuals who had no use for the silk-stockinged social climbers. Often a derogatory term for a woman who would rather read than swish about it fine gowns, it was embraced by the Bluestocking Society in the 18th century.
So, while I may share the occasional pattern for a hand-knitted sock on the regular blog, here will be the home for musings on more metaphysical matters. From localism to bioethics, and even the spiritual side of agriculture, come visit the Bower if you’d like to share a cup of your favorite convivial beverage and talk deeply about the nature of things.
Let Freedom Ring
Listening for the Reverberations of the Liberty Bell I admit to feeling a bit out of sorts and not quite in the spirit of ’76 on this Independence Day. Possibly…