Tuesday, January 31

what would you say

this past weekend it was if spring announced it is arrival and although there is thin layer of snow as i type this from a cafe i am beginning to wonder if spring is possible so soon.  k, the dogs and i went for a walk at a conservancy on saturday the weather was incredibly beautiful, sweater and hats were soon wrapped around our waist and stuffed in our pockets.  i have this goal to see an owl, so we looked at trees with holes that made for great nesting spots so that we could return at dusk in hopes to catch a view of them. the weekend was a mix cleaning all the animals areas, baking bread, reading quietly the lovely new kinfolk magazine, watching movies and going to the theatre. at home we watched "another earth" i liked it, maybe it was the farm house and it's furnishings, maybe it was how beautiful it would be to see a planet from my window or the loveliness of the actress. in the movie a questions was asked. " what would you say to yourself if you met you on another planet" immediately thought 'it is not your fault" then later letting the question linger in my thoughts  i would say to her, me, live .

what would you say to yourself?


Friday, January 27

the elements and the dance


last night the snow fell gently and fog travelled up the hill and than later as my head made it to the pillow i could hear the rain begin to fall. this morning the fog was so thick and the rain drops so loud i found myself trading in the radio for the sound of rain instead. I started to think about the weather on the hill, today expecting temperature to rise into fifties, i realize that there is a competition out there. every element trying to show what it is capable off, the ideal vermont winter is letting others take a turn. I thought about how there is subtle competition here inside as well, you see every living thing here from cats to dogs to horses and ducks they all need there time. i find myself spending time with each one throughout the day. a small dance i do to keep things balanced. there is not one day i do not  say I love you at least a dozen times. now back to the weather it is easy to wish for what we do not have, i loving the snow more than anything am surprised and how i am okay with whatever comes up the hill and i am also beginning to realize that dance i do is because maybe the living things are taking care of me.

*I would like to thank you dear readers for the comments on my last post, i have read them over and over, i am sad that we all have similar stories and hope that somehow we will one day understand the purpose behind it.

* yes i added more pics since this morning the fog made me do it, it was too lovely not to take a longer walk




Tuesday, January 24

a lot of someones.....

rain came followed by warm weather and now the snow has gone. it is later into the night i am sitting by the fire. i had not planned to post and even now i am searching for words.  perhaps i can mention the two coyotes that have been spending their days here, one is a beautiful red almost like a fox, the other has grey spots and half a tale without fur. i started looking at them through binoculars but now they are so close  to the house that just today i had to scare them. can i confide in you, i have watched them so much that i feel as if they are part of the farm- which is not good for a place with chickens and ducks. i wonder how to shut it off the thing in my heart that falls in love with all things, the one that wants to take care of them. these last few days my heart and mind has been on other things, things i just can't get use to. no matter how many times i tell myself to get over it, i just do not understand how i have been chosen not to be a mother. ( i know heavy right?) so sorry i will get over it or used to it one day. i just needed to tell  someone a lot of someones.....



Sunday, January 22

.... and the trees that glisten in the sun

saturday early morning after gathering a few of my favourite pieces from my wardrobe and putting them in my back pack. after attempting to put makeup on for my maman " you really do need to start taking care of yourself", tinted moisturizer that ended up in my eye, causing me a silly amount of pain- i am so bad at these things. i put my boots on and headed to my rental car, i was going  home to montreal for  much needed city and family time. my car never made up the hill, a light dusting of snow was enough to paralyse this fancy rental. i had said  no to the  massive truck they wanted to give me. the cars tires slid, snow still fell and after a good two hours i gave up. my weekend came crashing in and my spirits where low, very low. all of Saturday i pretty much stayed the same. 

This morning i woke to the brightest sun, ran down the stairs as if i had known magic was at the door. i put my boots on and with sophie by my side i went outside. I fed and did chores, the sun barely out highlighted the glistening trees, millions of snowflakes turned into diamonds overnight. trees felt as if they had turned to glass. i had not planned on it but found myself walking, walking and walking. the cold hit my cheeks with a welcomed freshness. i walked and explored the animal tracks that were left behind, i watched birds eat the remaining sumac and looked out at  leftover golden rod dancing under the sun's glistening rays.  everything is right again,  nature and the farm suit me more than makeup ever did. i came back to find k. gathering eggs and sipping from his favourite mug from yellowstone, he too was looking out towards the hills.

i love it here and the silent of winter speaks to me with the most beautiful sound.



Thursday, January 19

winter through tinted glass

winter fell upon me suddenly as i drove to retrieve my love from another state. the snow fell and everything seemed quiet out there as if the volume of the outdoors had been shut off. inside the car
Bon Iver played taking turns with people struggles from foreign lands on npr and other times my own thoughts drowned out the noise from my mediocre speakers. my hands went from tight fists to relaxed lady like movements, my camera sat in the passenger seat  and she saw what i was seeing, winter through a tinted windshield.

Tuesday, January 17

Our home Featured on Stephmodo!

Dearest Friends, the lovely Stephanie from Stephmodo wrote about and featured my home on her blog. if you have never before visited Stephanie's blog you  are in for a real treat!.  Stephanie is the owner of the stunning  La Maisonnette  a five hundred year old stone cottage  her and her husband renovated. i was  lucky to have stayed in when i was in Dordogne, France last year and happy to say will be staying there again this fall! so please have a look! 

1.16.2012


REAL LIFE HOME NO.14 - A CONVERTED BARN IN VERMONT


What would you give to call this lane your driveway?  And how would your life change if you enjoyed this beautiful expanse each day of your life?  A view that some say is the best view in Vermont as it covers four mountain ranges in four different states.  I, for one, cannot imagine such a thing as I can see hundreds of homes from my living room window.  Perhaps that is what makes this "real life home" so precious to me.  That, and the lovely woman who calls this converted barn in Vermont, home sweet home. 

Sunday, January 15

whenever it falls, it is marvelous

while driving into boston from vermont an unexpected snow storm took over roads,  my journey took three times longer at one point i should have stopped i know. Oh it was so beautiful, thick wet white snow fell upon branches and stretched out fences. i could not help but to snap a few pictures while i drove, i know a terrible habit that i justified with "well if anything  was to happen my camera would be left with pretty photographs. for most of the ones above i managed to roll down the window but please forgive the wet specks on each one.  i love  the snow when it falls like this, i did wish i was walking instead, for dear friends i could have showered you with what i saw that afternoon, pure winter wonderland. even though my hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel and i questioned my rational while driving passed many cars that found themselves in a ditch, i knew that what i was seeing was winter at it's best- pure.

* today is my sister nancy's birthday i don' remember how old she is except to say she is much, much younger, uurrr!:)  Happy birthday dear, crazy dedicated sister. may your dreams of cuba and foreign land, tiny waist line  be only the beginning of what is wonderful to come your way.


Thursday, January 12

snow, maybe

this morning when i raised myself from my bed i looked out the window, after an incredibly windy night a thin layer of snow had fallen barely covering the grass. Living here on the hill, knowing that last year's 'snow broke many records, i was beginning to wonder if last years snow accidentally stole this years fall. once i knew all the animals were well fed, i grabbed my camera, knowing that the warm temperature would soon take the very little we have. i walked a short distance into the forest when it began to rain. i took a few shots here and there but then i got distracted by green moss on tree trunks and from there i started noticing all the different texture of every tree, everyone wearing it's own distinctive design.  i came in to post photographs and when i looked out a few minutes ago  a full blown snow storm was on it's way which makes me very happy ( tiny nervous when you live alone in place so secluded from anyone else) but mostly excited to know that there is chance that by this afternoon i could dust of my snow shoes, take my camera and just maybe capture some real winter photographs. 

so now i will leave you with my view as i sit here at the dining table; there is the tiniest of snowflakes falling by the millions, big thick clouds feel as is they can replace the ceiling of my house and yours, somewhere in between layers of white cotton like clouds there is the sun who seems to be promising a visit. wait has the snow stopped, no not exactly. the snow flakes  are bigger now and you feel as if you might be able to count them, you stare at the basket holding your snow shoes and say maybe another time. the sun makes it through the sky's cotton fields.  you pick up madame bovary and curl up on the chaise with your feet tucked under a folded blanket and open up where you left of determined to get lost in it's pages, determined to make it to the back cover today, at least that is what you promise yourself.

thanks to tj of humble origins for giving me this link i can make snow flakes all day! - you should try it!

* new header taken in my old studio with my red piano( i  miss it)