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March 2010

walk with me wednesday.. otters again


Days of warm and sunny weather, followed by 10 hours of heavy rain washed most of the remaining snow from the fields.  Not so, for the woods or the pond.  I love a day like this, when fog rolls across the hills, not once, but time and again as the temperature struggles to match the surrounding environment.  Wet air in motion.  Visibly. 


Zak heads down to the pond earlier than I do.  I’m still drinking my coffee when he returns with a very large and very much alive mole.  Thankfully, the cat door is still closed and he has to wait at the door with his prize.  When he puts it down to be admired, it races away.  Close one!!   I finish my coffee and we head out for a walk.  Bigger creatures are surfacing. 


I had only my little pocket camera.  The quality isn’t good.  All day we watched the otter family. There are three.  The youngster climbs onto his parent’s back to get a better look at us.  The male (perhaps) remains in the water with only his head above the ice.



We watch each other.  I whistle.  They know that they are safe and don't bother to dive.  Holes are everywhere in the ice, like manholes on a city street.   Up they come with another fish.  It is no wonder that we never have fish of reasonable size in the pond.  The otter live here.  ‘Old timers’ tell us that they caught the biggest trout around, right here, in this pond, when they were kids.  Not so anymore.  Is that a frog this time?  Even with my binoculars I can’t be sure.  


I don't do dead mice..

Surprised?  Whatever, it's one of those things. 

So.. when I sat at my desk this morning, answering the phone and doing basic office stuff, blissfully unaware of what lay below, it was me that was in for a surprise.  It came in the middle of a phone call.  I could barely speak, think or remain seated.  Then I calmed down, desperately tried to maintain a little bit of cool while I finished the conversation (something about an order for holiday plants), took the picture and wrote this post.


No socks, I always wear socks..  and yes, I could use a pedicure.  Where IS THAT CAT!

Now to find a glove.  Silly, I know.  I think I need a walk. 

Bet there's something you don't do.

walk with me.. other signs

Symplocarpus foetidus..

Right on time, the skunk cabbage is poking through the swamp and muck..  After all the rain we had last week, I was wondering if I'd be able to find it or if it would be under the flooded banks of vernal pools and rushing streams.  I was prepared to get my feet wet.  But there it was, waiting, where I always find it.  


One of the great things about blogging, or keeping a journal of any sort, is the ability to see where you were in the past.  The season feels early this year.  It isn't.  I've found skunk cabbage in this week 4 out of the past 5 years.  ( I find that fascinating... don't judge, we all have our interests.)  Posts on march 23, 28, 15, and 17th. 


Remember the big acorns I found last fall?  Take a look..


bursting with new life!


Bet you'd hardly recognize them.

they're coming...

It isn't time for us up here in the northeast, but all you southern readers, get ready, get your feeders out.  Tamara wrote me last week.  She's on the frontline of the migration, in Texas.  The Hummingbirds are heading your way.  The migration maps are up for 2010.  See those sightings in Georgia?? 

Map-rubythroat-us 2010

Yesterday, Terry wrote to give me a link to a hummingbird nest webcam.  If you haven't seen it, wow!! do.  Please don't bump me off.  I've been watching since she sent it to me. 

Live TV : Ustream

It's a Channel Island Allen hummer.  We don't get them east of the Rockies as a rule. Her nest is in a rose bush, with two eggs ready to hatch.  One has a hole in it and is different in color from the other.  I'm hooked. 

And you up here in the Northeast... I'll give you a head's up on the feeders next month. 



We are very, very lucky to have the Slater Mill opened once again to support the textile (fiber) arts.  Last month, knowing that my schedule could almost handle it, I signed up to take Jan Doyle's weaving class.  It is more of an open workshop, all levels of competence, working on projects.  The mill opens the studio in off class hours on an irregular basis for additional time on the looms.  It sounded perfect and I needed a refresher.  There's a lot going on at Slater Mill and I'm taking advantage of as much as I can find the time to attend.  The Weaver's Guild of Rhode Island has moved to the Mill.  I joined after attending a few of their monthly programs.  More time.  Well spent.  Two Saturday's ago, Daryl Lancaster gave a guild workshop on color, predominately for warps.  Yep, I was there.  Last Saturday, The Rhode Island Spinning Guild met at the Mill.  It has also adopted it as a part time home.  There's more. Lots, but back to my project.. 


When I signed up for the class, I decided I wanted to try a hand-dyed warp.  After partially dressing the loom, and not finding the weft yarn that I had in mind, I dyed it too. With only about 12 hours of class time in the session, I am not very far along on the actual weaving.  This project will go into overtime.  

the way we think

This is not the post I had planned for today.  BUT.. when I saw this little video this morning, everything changed.  It says so much to me about the way we think and our creative process. 

Years ago, there was a show at MOMA in NYC called "Primitivism" in 20th Century Art.  The video reminded me of it.  The show compared primitive art with contemporary and in particular, displayed primitive art objects that were collected by contemporary masters.  Interesting for most, mind blowing for me.  If ever I had needed an affirmation of my belief in the collective consciousness, this was it.