I came downstairs this morning while the moon was still bright and the stars were twinkling. While I waited for the coffee pot to finish, I stood at the window looking out at the northern sky, identifying constellations and thinking how lucky I was to be able to see a sky uncluttered by artificial light.  The sky brightened to a pink glow and the chickadees began to arrive at the feeder as I finished my first cup of coffee. It’s going to be a beautiful day. 

There’s an awful lot of fire wood waiting to be cut and split at the end of that path.  The power company dropped two of our huge maples yesterday.   



The past weekend would have been hectic and exhausting and wonderful, but the in person Vermont Sheep and Wool Festival was cancelled and the Virtual version took its place.  Instead, of driving nearly two hours each day,  I set up the studio in the same way I’d set up my show booth, put my sign out at the end of the road and had a very very relaxed kind of weekend.  The raw, rainy weather that has been stalled over the kingdom for the past week,  never let up. It was good to be indoors.  

I spent my studio time blocking a sweater, winding up all of the sock yarn I’d dyed last week and managed some knitting while chatting with a friend.  

This is the third Love Notes, I’ve knitted.  After wearing the first one all last winter, I hung it up in the display.  It looks like new.  That little bit of mohair and silk make all the difference.  While the inventory is on display, I did a bit of shopping for myself.  There’s a dark charcoal sweater in my future using this combination of yarn, one lace wt. silk mohair with a fingering merino.  Warm and light as a feather!

Friday’s Photo

Yesterday, I looked out my window, and there on the frozen pond, sat the Lazy Beaver.  I only had my iPhone at hand and he was quite a distance. The picture
is a bit blurry. 


 I’ll tell you more about this guy another time.  But, let me say this, he is the largest and laziest beaver I have ever met.  And, yes, I have known quite a few.

Want to know more about the beaver’s winter food plans?


Walk with me

..excerpt from September Birds 2020


Excerpt from September 2020

..on Geese

It is a glorious mid September day, bright blue cloudless skies and a distinct chill in the air.  There was a hard frost last night and today I wear a wool sweater.  Many geese have gathered on the pond.  Each of the past four days, we’ve counted 28. They came in three skeins and for the most part remain that way, only occasionally combining in groupings that are tentative and often ending with what appears to be an order from one alpha or another.  Groups or gaggles, gather on the shore providing endless entertainment for Willy the cat, and myself.  Willy waits patiently in the high grass until they come ashore and begin to settle.  A mad race towards them and they all squawk and race back into the pond.  He puffs up proudly and returns to his blind, watching and waiting for another turn.  Often, I see him sitting on the edge of the wooden raft as it floats to rope’s end with geese hissing and paddling around him, curious about a fluffy black creature with a tail like a goose neck, floating just above them.  If the breeze doesn’t push the raft back to shore, there will be a very wet cat.  Eventually the cat or geese become bored with the game.  The geese float away, talking in their soft whispery voices as they go.  An hour or so later I am at the work table in the window of my studio when I see a male goose cautiously walking out of the pond grasses toward me.  He watches, taking a careful step at a time.  Finally he decides that the coast is clear and signals, with a swivel of the neck and a bob of his head, to follow. One after another, a line of geese walk out of the high grass and onto the damn to feed.  He stands guard.  This particular neck swivel and bob, is something I’ve seen Canada geese use for years, though generally within a family setting.  I wonder if it is universal or if this goose was raised on this pond and this particular neck bob a version of local dialect.  A few minutes later, I shuffle some papers. The geese startle and with another neck circle, they are gone.

. . .

By the end of the month, the number of geese landing on the pond has grown to more than a hundred.  They fly in skeins of 30 or more, announcing their arrival to the equally loud honks of those already afloat.  It feels joyous, this gathering of geese.  Have they just now reunited after a summer apart?  There is much excited chatter.  I can’t believe it isn’t conversation. Are they planning a route, the next stop or sharing adventures? Sometimes, when they all call out at once, from one gigantic group on the pond, I think they are agreeing to something, a vote or rally cry, or when to take to the air once again.  Hip Hip!  As we begin our preparations for the cold months ahead, I think that they are not unhappy to move on to the next season, the next pond.

Friday’s Photo


An aside, having nothing at all to do with the photo..

An hour ago, I poured a cup of coffee and stood in front of the window gazing out at the pond. Overnight, it had begun to freeze.  The icy skin had progressed as far as the first island.  It is 21F.  Now, less than 60 minutes later, the ice has expanded to cover nearly all of the 6 acres that is my pond.  I am in awe.  

They're coming!

Or here!

Two weeks ago it was warm, the flowering tree buds were swelling and bugs were flying around. Then the temps fell and we got 11" of snow. That melted, temps stayed down. Any little hummers that arrived early must be finding it difficult. After seeing the map, I'm putting my feeders out. Just in case. it looks like they're a week or so ahead of last year  


In case you've forgotten, the recipe is 1 part sugar to 4 parts water. I make mine in a pint glass measuring cup by measuring 1/2 c of sugar, then filling the cup to the 16 oz line. Not accurate but easy and close enough.