another raining day.
somehow this rain this year seems a bit too much. flooding here at home means that roads are washed out, and that the turtles seem to work overtime. i notice how each day i’m more immersed in these woods, this meadow out front, the voices of insectsfrogsbirdsmammals. a coyote calls once. minutes later the same call, closer. plus a little footnote. and that’s done for the night. seeing bobcat was very exciting, also a very large grandfather great blue heron. more orioles. this place!
covered pile of cedar siding
finding the day has begun to soften, rain stopped, and birds back in the song business.
we call it the bridge, it’s a raised walkway to the side door.
above the door:
this little one is working on a family
architectural tails
at my oldfarmhouse there were many many birds. here, too, and there are more songs to learn, more of the less “tame” birds around.
this one i helped across the pavement yesterday but this one
died before i could. i did move it over, off the road.
yesterday our little group of book and papermakers, i call it bookish, met at regan’s studio. we made bluejean and cedar paper. our cedar, eastern white or arbor vitae, is abundant in the north country.
judith and regan marvel at the small blue jean papers, while todd rinses his mould. their faces tell the story of happy hands, learning and practicing the skills of making a good sheet of paper.
the two drying boards propped against the porch hold our explorations.
the sun is shining now, and i hav eother work to do. these three folks have helped me through the horrible chaos of moving by working with me, and the others who have helped, well you know who you are. i thank you all from young anouk to m. family and friends have sustained me.
the new studio table has a small space for me to work on. better than a week ago, when it was piled three stories high with liquor boxes.
i wait for some things now to return to me, as i continue to excavate (14 boxes of books to the library sale, half my clothing to the thrift store) and more to go. but i can, now, breath. and i have taken up the pencil to draw. feels good.