As much as my disappearance might suggest otherwise, the homestead has not been buried in a Vermont winter. Well... it has, but not fatally. What has suffered most is my ability to do anything, but that is to be expected, it's just difficult to accept when I have so many dreams swirling and sparkling around… Continue reading Living With Winter
My day of vowed silence was shattered by the thunder of horse hooves on pavement. I looked up from my knitting, previous experience around horses telling me that this horse had bolted and I was hoping that it was without a rider in tow. Within seconds the horse appeared, he was the familiar flea bitten… Continue reading What Silence Brings
DISCLAIMER: This is an entire post about mowing. I am so sorry. This is the tale of a brave little lawnmower asked to tackle a job of ENORMOUS proportions. Or rather... an undertaking of moderate size and less than ideal conditions which probably don't fall under Chippy's job description. "Take this wee mower and mow… Continue reading The Monotonous Life Of Chippy (A Mower Subject To A Human’s Poor Decisions)
As is often the case when I settle in to compose a blog post I had set my mind on a likely topic, but promptly found myself unable to find the words... for days. So I go with the flow. As I sit here now instead of my intended narrative about my month long journey… Continue reading When Magic Pervades My Thoughts
Last Sunday morning I awoke at where I was house sitting to this peaceful, rural New Hampshire scene. It was impossible not to feel its serene effects, impossible not to be in awe of the dawn over one of natures magical changes of season. Even though the day before had been so stressful it felt… Continue reading The Magic Of Snow, One Sunday To The Next
I have this friend, she may seem "normal" (whatever that is) if you meet her in passing, perhaps a little edgy with her short black hair and bold lipstick, but if you get to know her "normal" (and all its overrated/superfluous connotations) goes flying out the window and I love it! She is the maker… Continue reading Those You Know #1
At least that's the sound my cat makes. He just doesn't get around to opening his mouth, instead he seems to roll an 'r' in his throat, it's very cute. I feel bad sometimes though, because he will carry on for some time quite seriously in this manner and all I can do is giggle,… Continue reading The Cat’s Mrrrrup!