Tomorrow, this sign will hang in a store window at 12 Main Street in Chatham, NY. My two daughters and I will be selling our handmade goods, from 11 am to 4 pm. I have been able to work slowly on some small items for the sale.
Below are some more tiny worlds, small living terrariums, which will be for sale. I also will show some woolen goods, ornaments, and some jewelry. Stop by if you are in Chatham!
Woman in heart terrarium.
Reindeer in terrarium.
Eagle in terrarium.
Close-up of eagle.
This evening the crows gathered, with the moon almost full.
The weather has been warm, not typical November weather. I love the feel and smell of autumn, so I’m happy with this warm sunny spell.
The crows put me in mind of The Dark is Rising (Susan Cooper). Crows as harbingers. There is a sense of stillness, of waiting.
Again my life is filled with a series of ER and doctor visits. The most recent was for my mother’s fall. Life is such a mixture of beauty and pain.
More photos! Last night we received about 10 inches of heavy, wet snow. Because the leaves are still on most of the trees, the weight brought down tree limbs. There were a couple of large tree limbs (one oak, one maple) that hit the roof, with many smaller limbs down all around. Brave husband climbed up on the roofs to remove the limbs, while I handed up saws, etc.
Below is my hand, as I cleared snow off the yew. You can see how deep the snow is.
A photo shot skyward at the snow on the maple leaves. With the sun shining on it, the snow has been melting quickly. See the birds in the upper right corner?
The last time we experienced a winter storm here in October was in the 1980’s. We were without power for days, melting snow for water and cooking on the wood stove. So far we have not lost power with this storm, though the lights flickered a few times.
So, what does Mother Nature have in store for us next?
Deep snow always reminds me of growing up in the North Country, near the Canadian border. Warm feelings for cold white stuff!
This morning, the view from the front porch looked like this:
Looking out my mother’s window I spied this blue jay with feathers all puffed up, taking shelter in the rhododendron bush from the snow and wind.
Photo by Seth Rockmuller
Photo by Seth Rockmuller
Then there was the process of clearing the driveway, making paths to the doors, and clearing snow off the car.
Just now a gorgeous cardinal couple perched in the same rhododendron, but no photo – I couldn’t get the camera in time.
I love the slow pace of a snow day, grateful I have no place I must go by vehicle.Walking is a different matter – a walk is in my future, this afternoon. My new camera will be in my pocket.
After several days in the woods with more than a dozen women, I’m slowly adjusting to the indoor world. The rooms seem cramped and stuffy, but I suppose that shouldn’t be surprising, after living outdoors for a few days.
There were many memorable moments. One of my favorites was watching a huge flock of hundreds of birds encircling the clearing in which I was sitting ( a little freaky, in that it reminded me of the Hitchcock movie). They were silent except for the sound of their wings.
The photos show the back of the stone fireplace, where some flat surfaces provided spaces for small “altars” to be created by the women present.
On one evening, we lay on our backs near the coals of the fire and watched for meteors. There were many, but one was absolutely spectacular as it streaked across the sky, leaving a long trail which looked almost double. Later that night I took the rain-fly off my tent so I could continue to watch the stars through the night.
On the last evening, a friend and I created a “dusk walk,” a liminal experience on the paths in the woods, which were lit with candles. The experience left me with the desire to create more outdoor magical experiences for others.
I’m already dreaming about next year’s Wild Flowers event. It is sponsored each summer by the organization Wellspring Haven.