a beautiful surprise

accompanied a stitched piece from jude

and i covered the work table with it.

almost all of the work disappeared,

but just like inside ourselves

we still have all the stuff, even if it's hidden

it isn't.

so i went out walking at sunset

at the new place

the sky was behaving strangely over there

(it's on the edge of the wilderness which may explain why)

it was warm as summer,

and quieter evening sounds,

and a mad dash by a bunny and two ducks wings echoing that in the sky

indicate summer's ending.

it also warm today.

water here,

is the drainage from trout lake

flowing through our land

is constantly altered by beaver work.

someone left a message,

not the beavers,

on the bridge rail.

preparations have been made

for winter

fire wood

lots

covered, my table still has loads of work.

i will uncover this

perhaps by spinning this right up into

kami-ito.

we are two thirds done with the project

for hand papermaking.

100 sheets completed

resting under another piece of thick washi

which came to me as

wrapping

for a piece by chimani ricketts.

reuse recycle upcycle sustainability.......

all of it,

used to be how we humans managed our lives.

occasionally making something spectacularly beautiful

or singing a glorious song

or telling a story

that matters

to the children

(ornery little beasts that they are, and

yes i can say this as mom of two)

this rich delicious breathing mother earth

here in the north country begins to think of rest.

winter is coming.
ducks fly, cottontails flee, blue jays call
and the pileated woodpecker who resides on our land
one of two from the summer,
makes us laugh.
tells us a story