some things to catch up on:

i used to blog pretty often,

now i seem to forget.

but i do love this, as i understand, outdated mode.

the last two days i was out in my yard making some order

out of the chaos of february's new roof construction

and

many storms-worth of broken trees.

i do have some stamina but i can't go flat out all day every day like i used to.

there are little green sharp roof off-cuts that I keep finding,

those and roofing screws.

and lots of broken asphalt shingles to clean up.

sticks and leaves and mortar and brick pieces everywhere.

in the house prep for pbi continues.

i have two copies of this little gem left, Flax Notion.

I've had good feedback from the folks who purchased a copy.

if you would like one of these that remain,

drop an email...

i'm searching for one or two of these,

Good Wood Looms.

if you have one in great shape you'd like to sell,

please let me know.

this photo was sitting on the desktop somehow dredged up from the depths.

it's a shifu/basket book that now lives with a book binder friend.

i love giving a book a basket to live in.

below is a famous basket.

holding my prepped kozo being spun into kami-ito.

and almost the last of the roof snow

slid with a big noise off the porch roof.

(yes, i jumped)

i'm still unused to the shedding activity and resulting noise of this roof.

the soaked and heavy chunks were not going to be moved,

i couldn't, i tried,

so they stayed there for a few days.

see that tangle of green?

the lightning rods and their grounding wires were frozen in for a couple months.

the rods and the 'knit' wire are copper.

rudy removed four of them and two chimneys when the roof was done.

he also removed a silly cupola from the garage.

all this debris is mine to clean up, so that's what I'm doing outside.

it's uphill work!

jude is making an even richer resource over at
spirit cloth.
her blogging continues to inspire me as she revinvents
what a blog is and how it works.

all the things.

the first time i heard this phrase

was in michelle moode's beautiful letterpress book

PARTICULAR.

it was index item #1.

the first thing was all the things.

i handle this book,

handle, the touch or the feel of something held in the hands

this book

haptic knowledge

anyway, it has delights and puzzles quietly presented.

The whole world is a series of miracles,
but we’re so used to them we call them ordinary things.
Hans Christian Anderson

I've been thinking about the intelligence of
our hands, how they become smarter with practice, like our brains do.

unmoored, by shanna leino
i've read over and over.
it's a small poem, not many words,
but about big things.
the care she took as she stitched this exquisite spine