when i asked the fog to come…...

Dear friends,

 Are you warm, have you made time for yourself. Soon  things will get busy, i do not have tv but i hear how things are being rushed, christmas before halloween- thanksgiving spent at a mall- I have always felt like big corporations hardly care about their customers but now to steal those holidays from underneath you in the name of the very holiday they are trying to get you to buy for is such an ugly thing happening here in North America.

The cost of such will be felt for generations, when traditions go from sitting at the thanksgiving table to waiting in line in front of some big department stores. There is also the fact that the small independent shop that you find so special, can not compete of course but now just like the larger commercial ones will  have to choose what employee will forgo dinner or brunch with family or friends for a  fear of loosing their jobs. I am truly sad about this all.

Gosh when i sat at my computer i had not intended to write the above at all, i apologize.

I have a confession about Autumn, although i love the the bright reds and yellows from the earlier Fall months it is the colors of late fall early winter that i swoon for. The browns, greys, rust, the fallen leaves and bare branches and the birds that stick around. As you know the fog is a friend to me but it had been gone for far too long, when i started hoping it would make it's return intact i even said out loud " can you please come, i need you" and the very next morning it was here. I bundled up Poet an made my way down dirt roads and felt renewed every time i capture it with my phone. We all have something that gets us back on track for me it is the fog, what about you?

warming up to the cold

Dear friends,

I wanted to say thank you for your kind words, i have read them many times and have felt the warmth from them.

I am sitting in the upstairs loft, Poet and all les animaux are sound asleep and all i can hear is the wind playing with the leaves of the birch trees.  I am not comfortable up here yet, my new computer arrived and it took me a week to finally open the box and set it up, and now i type this to you. I have big plans for this space where the heat rises from the wood stove. it is where Poet and i will retreat to on very cold days so i must make it perfect, well our kind of perfect anyways.

The cold has made it's way to the hill. My love for winter does not fade, especially when it snows but i must admit that the transition from Autumn to Winter scares me at first for i still have a barn to fill with hay, wood too arrive and a driveway that looks like a dried up river bed to contend with. Once those things are in place then i am ready, ready for big wool sweaters, a fire that never goes out, big cast iron pots of lentils, soups and stews. showing Poet the snow, putting on tiny wool hats and mitts, teaching her how to catch snowflakes with the tip of her tongue and reading books by the warmth of the sun on the window panes....  i love her so very much, so very- very much.