Sunday, April 13, 2014

healthy option (carnivorous)




My cat, Mina Perhonen's (My Butterfly) little potluck on the porch.  Sofie says she's only trying to offer a healthy option to my Friskies Seafood Sensation.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

watercress boots












I bought new blue boots for wading up the creek to the spring, where the watercress is growing thick.
I really like the red stripe around the bottom.  I'm avoiding working on taxes by weaving more scarfs, with barred crosses, more black twigs, and a ladder to Beulahland (wherever that may be).  Picking water cress.   Let's not talk about my politics today.  Sofie's here now (my youngest daughter).

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

the ice is slowly melting









Little darling, it's been a long, cold lonely winter.

Our weavers met on Asbury Ridge on a warm-at-long-last day. The snow was the consistency of a sno-cone, and good women cast handmade snowballs at each others heads!  Beautiful songs were sung. We hiked down to see a new little sauna by a pond (smiles returning to our faces).

Monday, March 3, 2014

pockets



Always at the loom, day and night.    Dark gray is the new black, or Licorice Pipe to my mind.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

never sorry












The sparrow hawk hit the window sometime during our last blizzard, and I found it frozen, stiff on the ground, by the bird feeder.  This small hawk is so swift and lethal, I have arranged wires and protections over the seed pan, which also deters my cat, Mina Perhonen, My Butterfly. Should I keep cats if I feed birds!?  What if the cat caught the sparrow hawk?

These are old lady questions. Am I an old lady?  Also, an old lady question.

My blanket for a penal colony has become an 11 foot long table cloth. The penal colony I had in mind is one where dissident artists are sent. Pussy Riot sent to Siberia. Ai Weiwei in China. Not just the famous ones, but especially for the artists we don't even know about.  I wish this could be on their table.