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Life at the Crossroad
Back in 2010 I subtitled my new blog 129 Twig and Vine ‘At the Intersection Between Art and Life’. All these years later, I am living—literally—at an intersection. We moved into the little brick house in late April and the year of work is slowly ebbing from our achy backs and knees. The house is…
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Good Morning Weekend
Here’s a little weekend watercolor applied over an ink drawing I did awhile ago. It’s part of this collection if you’d like to see more. Wishing you a happy weekend and some creativity or exploring on your horizon. I am painting and sewing this morning, and then will be off to the village down the hill to help…
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Late Summer Foraging
Are you a forager? In spring I dig up ramps and cut fiddleheads. I love to find raspberries, blackberries and untended apple trees. But other than morels, which I can identify well, I’m a little timid to collect and eat mushrooms. The surprise of this week is the blooms of mushrooms we’ve found in…
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Abandoned
I drive by this alpine meadow near my house most days and see a shingled roof up there through the trees. I’ve been so curious about this cabin since glimpsing it for the first time last year. So a few weeks ago I was traveling past mid-morning on a weekday and I had my camera with…
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Salad Days
Between thunderstorms we’re celebrating the salad days of summer. The thunderstorms have been a daily occurrence. No swimming in the river to beat the heat. {But Paul’s watermelon cocktail on July Fourth was a good idea.} And salad. The row of mixed lettuces of lime, purple, burgundy and viridian is thriving in these wet days. Spells…
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The Stars, the Moon
“You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.” —Annie Dillard I like to sit in the dark when I can. Let my eyes adjust and see what appears. The…
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First Pond Swim of the Season
Saturday, June 1. Nearly 90 degrees. Humidity off the charts. Off to Julie’s pond with a group of friends, a feast, a gaggle of kids. Go through the gate, be sure to latch it. There are cows in this field that takes you to the pond. There is a bull. Walk the tow path…
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Spring Crops, Summer Heat
The last day of May brought a July-like heat and humidity. We plucked the first fat ripe radishes from the garden and ate them with butter and salt. Delicious. We are making a new asparagus patch, so I raided my parent’s plot while they were away and we sautéed the spears with mushrooms and feasted…
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Anna Pavord, Pulling Weeds
I scored Anna Pavord‘s The Curious Gardener at a book sale last week. It was a brand new copy until I got my hands on it. Now it has some dirty fingerprints, and I’ve read all essays about spring and summer months. Come September I will dive back in for more of her wit and…
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Listen! {in memory of summer evenings}
“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!” Humbert Wolfe Autumn has only arrived, in accordance with the calendar. Though leaves have been falling and the air is chill each morning for a few weeks now. It’s apple time, but I…
