Walk with me

Signs of spring..

The driveway is a combination of snow, ice and mud. The roads are worse, all mud, thick, deep and greasy. You don't need a picture.let your imagination go wild.

The skies alternate between a glorious clear blue and lead.


The snow pack in the woods is finally condensed enough, packed if you please, for me to stay mostly on top with my snow shoes, widening my horizons considerably. (The freeze, thaw, snow some more cycle had made it difficult to walk without crashing through. With these depths, it was dangerous for me to strike out alone and my walks had become confined to previously packed trails.) I also switched to longer, 25" snow shoes for these ventures, just as a precaution.


The woods around me are a cat's cradle of colorful pipeline. Sugaring has begun. Late this year, and I'm told that is a bad sign for the business.


I have mixed feelings about pipelines. The structure is somewhat beautiful against a snowy background. But when sugaring'so over, I want them gone. I hate to see them in any other season and don't like to have to negotiate around or under them in the summer woods.

More snow as I write, but I t won't last. Tonight there will be rain, tomorrow warmer temperatures. The last week there have been bugs flying around outdoors. After today, I'd better think about mud boots and hang up my snow shoes for another year.

Adjusting to challenge

I look at this picture and can read Willy's mind. He loves walking the fence and running where he pleases. The snow had melted enough around the edge of the barn that he'd been able to squeeze under the siding from inside and up onto the snow banked around the outside, then jump up onto the fence rail to a dead end. This winter has required a lot of adjusting for all of us. Just when Willy could see the ground peeking through the thinning patches of snow, we whisked him off to another snow covered world.


I've been trying to do a different type of adjusting. Switching to blog posting from a computer on broadband to one on dial up, or an iPad on 3G is challenging. Typepad has had the worst mobile blogging app out there. I gave up on it years ago. Using a browser to get to their website and posting isn't much easier. One of the biggest problems has been uploading pictures. It's a win just to get the site to load. (I'm 5 minutes into it now and still don't have the posting options showing.) This post, if Typepad ever finishes loading, will be to test a resizing app. Photos are my biggest stumbling block to posting at minimal bandwidth. They can take until timeout forever. My fingers are crossed. If it works, I'm celebrating. If not, hmm.. I may have to console myself. That's adjusting, right?

Because I am seeing this post on my phone or tablet, I can't tell if the resolution is good or only acceptable. How is it on your monitor?


What a great weekend!  Well, except for the lousy cold I came down with.  Otherwise... very nice.

Friday night I went to see Solidad Barrio and the Noche- Flamenca.  It was amazing. I don't know which I enjoyed more, the incredible dance or the music and percussion that accompanies.  Haunting.

Flamenca                                                                                                                    photo credit Providence Journal

Saturday afternoon I went to a monthly Spin-in.  I got to visit with friends and get a bit of knitting done.  There was a spindle in my bag but it stayed there.  Afterwards, Chris and I went to our favorite diner, then out in search of Easter Lilies.  It has been very hard to find them this year and we needed a lot.  Our wholesaler was shy what we wanted.  I called everywhere I could think of all last week and finally, Saturday, places were getting their deliveries.  Dribs and drabs!  We filled shopping carts in quite a few different places.  

Have you been watching the series, Black Sails?  The season finale was Saturday night and it was great.  I do spend parts of each episode with my eyes closed, but...!


There were a lot of things I could've / should've done on Sunday.  The day was beautiful.  Instead, I stayed in getting our tax stuff ready, working on the display for this year's fiber shows and reworking the this blog.  

Did you notice?




Friday's Photo

I couldn't post only one picture. I walked everyday and everyday there was something wonderful. Overnight, winter let go. Daylight savings came back, the temperature rose, the streams began to run and the roofs melt. I saw two snowy owls!

One afternoon I came upon an otter slide. Two days later, a mink bounded into the yard, then slid down the hill to the stream in back. I didn't know that minks also liked to slide.

..and the snow fleas came out.

throw back Thursday...


I made this sweater while I was in high school.  I think that I was 15.  It was the variegated color that I loved.  I remember that the yarn came in several different colors.  This one was 'mountain' something.  I loved it.  I ran out of yarn ( and so did the store) as I was seaming the last raglan so finished it up with a navy.  I won't show it.  Today, I'd have ripped out a cuff and grabbed just enough yarn, but then... guess not.  I'm still wearing it.  I pulled it out of the chest today to go for a walk.  The sweater still fits great, hasn't pilled and I still love the color.  It has me thinking.  The past few years, I've knit a ton of shawls.. love them and wear them if they weren't for display.  And, I've knit some sweaters.  Mostly cardigans.  None will stand the test of time that this one and its sisters have.  Basics.  I made quite a few sweaters from the same pattern leaflet, changing the stitch or the neckline.  I think I'll make another soon.  

Walk with Me Wednesday

I've gotten spoiled this winter, walking and snow shoeing on packed or broken trails. I'm enjoying it so much that I've been keeping my snowshoes in the car, rather than next to the door, ready to head out into my own woods. The only trails that I've walked since this last storm, were made by turkeys. They pack a short distance trail pretty well. This afternoon, feeling a little stir crazy, I went to check two of my favorite spots. Neither parking area had been plowed. No one had been there before me. Guess it's my turn to break a trail tomorrow.