dog willing and with a fair wind [or, leaving lovely Long Ridge Farm]

the trouble with wandering the whirled to work

is that sometimes

places are hard to leave

today another bittersweet farewell

on this trip

now, where did i leave those ruby slippers...

stoned

the stones in New Hampshire

have special qualities

including

a good sense of balance

as a bonus

they seem to have a beneficial effect 

in the dyebath

in dog we trust

Luna has been bringing sticks

to add to the morning bundle collection

the samples are delightful

[and fragrant] 

a field harvest from an early morning walk

golden rod and St John's wort

and it's the first time

i've seen someone bundle waterlilies...

we are working in an idyllic spot

and it will be very hard to leave

fortunately

my kindly hosts, Nancy and Jack Zeller

think they might let me come back

[please swing over to Nancy's pages and drop her a line

if you think you might be interested in

wandering these beautiful woods with us]

dog bless us all

under the benevolent gaze of our furred supervisors

we coax the soft colours of the early Fall

into our cloth

since the summer solstice, the trees of the woods

have been doing their housekeeping

sorting the trash as it were

preparing for the glorious leaf-shed that 

is yet to come

for us it means golds and browns in our bundles

less green

[that's more a colour of May and June - bearing in mind we're talking northspeak here]

by four in the afternoon

folks are feeling the call of the teapot

[or for some, a splash of something stronger]

i wander down the meandering gravel road

bordered by stone fences

blessed by the occasional falling maple leaf

and stand for a while in the gentle rain

[unstrained, like the quality of mercy]

gazing at a still pool

in which small brown fish are nibbling their way along the bottom

i remember, years ago

 lying flat on a warm rock

reaching my arm into a cold cold stream

to tickle the belly of a trout

and turn back

it has been a very good day

here's Velma's version 

flung headlong

in preparation for class here at Long Ridge Farm
i wander into the woods
the path a soft depression in the landscape
invites velvet paws



i have the feeling of being watched
not uncomfortable
more the sense of shared space

sitting on a rock i close my eyes
and it's then that the sweet fragrance of the maples
takes me to another time

forty-two years ago
nearly to the day
i first played in woods like these
not so far from here
fondly imagining i could disappear between the trees

the memory tsunami is almost too much
as is the place itself
so beautiful it hurts



later
walking back to the farmhouse
i find a brier* patch
berries sweet and dark
sorry bears
i ate them

and it put me in mind of a favourite story
about someone who'd been born and bred in a brier patch

despite distractions
a few leaves found their ways
into my pockets



* purists may challenge my spelling but this i how i read it first
all those years ago...

proof

a coat went down to the ocean
covering a body that was busy dipping a dress
in the left coast brine
before taking it further east
to play with it some more

the body was accompanied by her favourite photographer
otherwise
the only record of the day
would be in a slide-show for one in her head
or
a few prints on the beach
and
they don't usually last

i love r u s t

Richard Serra's exquisitely patinated sculpture at Stanford University

touching was forbidden

but

this work was simply begging to be caressed

[we didn't, but you could see where the structure had magnetically attracted passing shoulders]

not quite zero-waste cutting experiments

a few months ago when my lovely friend
Marion Gorr went to China
she kindly thought of me while at a market

and on her return
sent me a delicious piece of soft white cashmere
about 2.0 x 1.4 metres
give or take a whisker

i thought about it for a long time
and pondered how best to use it

this week i finally
laid it out on the kitchen floor [after gently sweeping aside some cats]
braved the cutting
and reduced the cloth to essentially three large pieces
that fit together like  a puzzle

the bits that were cut away became
pockets
and
collar

here's what i had leftover
with a coin to show the scale
i don't think much was wasted

i sewed the big bits together with my overlocker
seams on the outside
so the inside would be really comfy

i used my favourite 35% cotton 65% silk thread
in the weight that Marion has had put on cones
in response to me asking
so that when i bundled the coat

and boiled it
the stitching would blend in
with the rest

i think it worked

thank you Marion...

ikigai

today i felt a bit like this

a bit weird
but
better than feeling like this

so i went into the studio
and played for a while

there were quite a few others
but
rather than put up a squillion images
what i really wanted to mention
was that my friend Trace
told me to go here
and i did

all day since then i've been thinking about the idea of ikigai
[the reason for getting up in the morning]

so then i was looking for more information
about that splendid concept
and found this article which isn't exactly about that at all
but most entertaining