so after i returned from toronto
a little snow fell.
in the woods at the place i call home
the snow has been little and not long staying
so far this winter
i have heard owls, but no coyotes,
and a strange murmuring of bird voices, coming ever so slowly
waxing and waning and
ever louder until
overhead i heard a honk, like a sneeze at a soft concert moment
then another but still the murmuring.
and then they were above me.
canada geese, locals, going over to trout lake
with no need to make much ruckus.
we joined gracious friends for thanksgiving
and ate delicious food,
our ages from a college freshman to an elder of 99.
hannah brought tyler home to see the north country and us.
despite headcolds, they requested to make paper,
hannah knows how, but tyler was new to the vat.
above they are using square moulds made by britt quinlin the paperwright
from ottawa,
and below hannah uses a lee macdonald mould.
hannah and elder dog gwen share some caring
gwen loves being with hannah.
and after they left
i felt so empty.
neki sent me her failed linen warp
(to make into paper)
and carol sent me this beautiful card
for my birthday.
here's the edition of blue jean paper
(i couldn't get the color right, but it's very blue jeansy)
it's flying by means of jet plane
to bar harbor.
by the way, the little animals all,
except for the selkie, are spoken for.
perhaps selkie will find you?!