Friday, July 15, 2016

black raspberry season

some call them black caps,
i learned black raspberry
whatever name,
they are delicious.
and because the rains came nicely as they were growing
they are particularly wonderful
i eat them happily
with steal cut oats,
real (not greek) yogurt,
& maple syrup
for breakfast.
(i could eat only breakfasts right now all day)
after morning walks.
 mysterious markings
 don't bother the nearby cattle
 and busy old sun
lifts above the highlines.
 but the early softness forfends
a hot one indeed.
and thunder storms, maybe.
 i printed some the other day
right before the realtor showed the house
 there were some distinct possibilities.
lovely to get back into the dye pot
i've been fighting a mild bug caused by a series of bug bites
at my hairline. (probably spider bites...)
 so it was good to print.
 the yellow surprises are, i think,
pollen rich daylily stamens.
funny thing about photo color here-these are a bit browner
rather than greyer, but 
i couldn't correctly correct them in iphoto.

Monday, July 11, 2016

major puddling

i've had an interest in printmaking 
for a long time
the way ink and pressure bite into paper is delicious
and the way paper supports ink is, too...
but i know absolutely nothing about it.
 so, with kind directions
on the simplest of printing techniques 
i tried a little bit
 i wanted to try paper and cloth
but i couldn't find any printing ink
(though i have some) 
so i made some from paint and wheat paste.
it was not terrifically successful
but then i tried that wheat paste and india ink
which was a bit better...
 anyway, i now have the vaguest idea
of what a monoprint is
and why i might find it useful
probably in a book.
i like the idea of words being almost but not quite unreadable
 busy getting some lokta ready
for kami-ito
(doubling the use of shanna's nifty weights as hand cushions)
three or four full sheets, 
which doesn't look like much 
 we had LOTS of needed rain
the land feels happy
 so do the birds
 opportunity presents
 a lovely driveway puddle
friend robin spends some moments
cleaning up.
i'm doing all kinds of cleaning up and out
emptying this old house of so much.
an artist's garage sale might be something of interest?
in any case,
there will be more trips to the transfer station.
or maybe i'll call the hauler.

Friday, July 8, 2016


i am a weaver
(my mom's birth name was weaver)
trained by a weaver
at university
not this weaver
but early this morning
a weaver wasn't showing up,
but had spun and woven
a beautiful web.
it's probably a grass spider, 
 a funnel weaver,
because i am a bit squeemish about spiders
i didn't try to temp it
into showing up
(though i thought about doing that)
 i know where the front door is
i was tempted to take this frisbee-sized web home
to spin into a thread for myself
i didn't.
i went out walking
just after the light show ended,
on this misty morning.
and then i heard the morning news.
there is no sense.
we are doomed.
too much violence.
too much.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

being here

what a day.
this morning i posted on the facebook shifu group page 
a notice about this
and within a little while i had eight new orders
plus one not yet verified.
holy cow.
anyway, susan byrd*
who moderates over there
said of course you should post about it. 
i went to the post office after the rains.
 (there were major downpours)
but not until after i got in a good walk.
 hence all the morning photos.
 i'm fascinated by the structures farmers build.
 even this one looks good
with round bales in the sunshine
 staghorn sumac is *almost*
 and here is the stag
 so curious that i'm out 
at 6 am
see his "horns"? 
 and now he's off.
 i've been gathering up the done blossoms
into the freezer they go
for fall printing.
please, if you have a button related story
go over to this site and think about yours
and submit! 
this is perfect for the stitchers amongst us.
and who hasn't a button story?
  last night
for something different
i peeled up some slippery elm bark
and twined a yard or two
 which made my hands very happy
 i've been thinking about 
trying to process bark in different ways.
i prepped up a half dozen more
Poor (Wo)man's Asparagus.
 and this:
this is a new road into the woods.
as the crow flies it's about 1/2 mile away, 2 miles by road.
i tried to buy this property several years ago.
a new family purchased an old dairy farm and wanted to sell a bit of it.
i walked the land and loved the high rocky ridges.
but went to the owner with questions:
is that dump yours? what will be done with it?
for there was a dump on the land,
plastic toys and garbage and JUNK.
he was annoyed by the question.
and suddenly he could no longer quote me a price for the land.
the next year he sold that portion
and a hideous trophy house was built,
and then another,
and now, another road into the woods.
we would have been good neighbors, 
instead, mr. organic back to the land farmer,
has mc mansions for neighbors.
serves him right.
and i know about his dump.
so do you.
* author of A Song of Praise For Shifu

Sunday, July 3, 2016

double living

i drive from one home to another
quite often now.
there is so much to see 
and to love 
about this landscape
landskeins and rainstorms and fawns.
 a doe and fawn 
at first surprised that i was disturbing them
this morning in one big haymeadow.
 a short time ago i found a road-killed oriole,
 mourned the short beautiful life,
hoped there were no alone babies
in a hanging basket of a nest closeby.
i buried the body in my garden
after taking a few feathers
placing them in this strangely beautiful bowl.
 i continue making shifu squares
 and spinning kami-ito
 the tiny squares have filled up their basket
and then some.
 so this weaving continues until it's done
 needle has curved
for my hand's pleasure
hours and hours of plain weave. 
aimee sent me a duck
just the other day i surprised
a duck family scurrying off the dirt road 
 in front of the new place.
there was no room
but they all disappeared quickly
make way for ducklings!
echoed the past.
i had to cancel my class at the morgan, but
here are two events to consider, 
this first is close to home
highly recommended
downeast maine in august is stunning
and cobscook is one of those magical and earthy places
and, though i am teaching this time, i'd go again.
this group of bookish sorts is very cool:

New England Chapter Mini-Conference in Northern Maine 

August 26th - 28th. Delighted and inspired by the local plants and vegetation of Maine, we invite you to join in a weekend retreat at the Cobscook Community Learning Center that will include two 1-day workshops with Andrea Peterson and Velma Bolyard, evening lectures with Katie MacGregor and Nancy Leavitt, a mix and mingle event and material swap. 

Schedule of Events:
FRIDAY, August 26th:
7:00 - 8:30 Evening Reception - Dining Hall
8:45 - 9:30 Mix & Mingle plus Material Swap - Lodge

SATURDAY, August 27th:
Workshop Day One - Andrea Peterson or Velma Bolyard
9:00 - 12:00 Morning Session
12:15 - 1:15 Lunch - Dining Hall
1:30 - 4:30 Afternoon Session
7:00 - 8:30 Evening Dinner - Dining Hall
8:45 - 9:30 Vendor Room

SUNDAY, August 28th:
Workshop Day Two - Andrea Peterson or Velma Bolyard
9:00 - 12:00 Morning Session
12:15 - 1:15 Lunch - Dining Hall
1:30 - 4:30 Afternoon Session
7:00 - 8:30 Evening Dinner - Dining Hall

Registration is open to both members and non-members of the Guild of Book Workers and covers both workshops and all meals. We also invite you to bring your spouse and/or friend along to join in the evening festivities and enjoy the beauty of rural Maine. Dormitory-style lodging is available and conveniently located on the grounds. 

To register and find more information about the conference see descriptions below or please go to:

If you have any additional questions, feel free to email Erin Fletcher at We hope to see you there! 
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a 6 day master class
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