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Weaving it together

A midwinter walk through the forest revealed a confused fat bullfrog, his defrosted winter abode inspiring a topside check for spring. We reached for lighter (or no) coats.  We ditched snow boots for rain boots that were quickly cast in coats of thick mud, squelching with every step.  No need for wool pants.  Friends reached […]

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The work of winter

I don’t believe I will ever get used to wind storms in a fabric yurt.  The sudden shaking of the walls that sends spice bottles flying.  The distinct sound of the path the wind travels, closer, hitting, and then whirling away.  Thinking it is over, only to have another round hit so unexpectedly that we […]

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“Building Beyond Coperthwaite”

I’ve known since August that my words, my pictures, would appear in this month’s Taproot issue, themed SHELTER.  I cried when I found out they wanted to use my essay.  The kind of crying that had Josh rubbing my back, wondering what terrible news I had just been given.  Not terrible, wonderful.  Albeit terrifying.   […]

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Gathering warmth and light

What a beautiful, strange November.  Many nights the fire is not started, or is allowed to go out while sleeping, and it is rarely going during the day. Still, the light keeps fading, paying no mind to weather that thinks it is September.  There’s something within that whispers a reminder that the temperature will soon sync […]

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Growing seasons

The wind was already nipping at my hand as I cut the butternuts from their more-green-than-I’d-like vines. I handed them to my father and we relocated them into the fabric yurt before the first hard frost descended that night. In this one round space with no separate rooms and all nooks allotted for, every new entrant […]