another raining day.
somehow this rain this year seems a bit too much. flooding here at home means that roads are washed out, and that the turtles seem to work overtime. i notice how each day i’m more immersed in these woods, this meadow out front, the voices of insectsfrogsbirdsmammals. a coyote calls once. minutes later the same call, closer. plus a little footnote. and that’s done for the night. seeing bobcat was very exciting, also a very large grandfather great blue heron. more orioles. this place!
finding the day has begun to soften, rain stopped, and birds back in the song business.
at my oldfarmhouse there were many many birds. here, too, and there are more songs to learn, more of the less “tame” birds around.
yesterday our little group of book and papermakers, i call it bookish, met at regan’s studio. we made bluejean and cedar paper. our cedar, eastern white or arbor vitae, is abundant in the north country.
the sun is shining now, and i hav eother work to do. these three folks have helped me through the horrible chaos of moving by working with me, and the others who have helped, well you know who you are. i thank you all from young anouk to m. family and friends have sustained me.
i wait for some things now to return to me, as i continue to excavate (14 boxes of books to the library sale, half my clothing to the thrift store) and more to go. but i can, now, breath. and i have taken up the pencil to draw. feels good.