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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

Handmade gone awry

I want to live in a world where people are intoxicated with the joy of making things. – Wm. S. Coperthwaite I want to live in that world too.  But sometimes, well, sometimes it seems like we must have actually BEEN intoxicated when crafting. A certain little yurt-dweller recently turned four years old. Her parents […]

In a gypsy wagon

Has it really been more than a month since I last circled back here?  In some years that might happen from my tendency to pseudo-hibernate.  But this year it has been quite the opposite of winter tuck-in. February found us travelling through several states to gather in a gypsy wagon… I always imagined such an […]