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Spare moments

This week’s thunder was a startling change from months of hushed snowstorms.  The rain beat a rough rhythm on the canvas roof, one that was hard for some of us to sleep through.  We’d grown very accustomed to the slip-slide-zipper sound of snow whooshing off the roof.  The rain is so different, pummeling, like rabbit […]

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Creative progress

Five years ago today I was overdue, awaiting a spring chick.  Walk-waddling down the cul de sac road in a sweatshirt, smelling the awakening earth, wondering when our new little one would join us. The night of March 17th I tucked Caden off to sleep as usual.  By midnight Aria had arrived.  Caden and his Mimi somehow […]

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The yurt-bound winter

Two months of bitter cold layered with snowstorm upon snowstorm… The fabric yurt wall shrank in on us more than ever. Outside wasn’t much relief from the winter claustrophobia, trying to squeeze down single-body-width paths, often semi-sideways with a 35 lb bucket of compost or water in each hand. Finally, the first sign of spring […]