Wednesday, June 27, 2018

gone and rain

i'd not been walking at the farm much (my place) because of
traveling
rain
traveling 
and being Home.
and there it was--or wasn't.
the structure I'd laughed at and called barnhenge or woodhenge,
disappeared.
 and so did this little one, 
gone before it hatched
the most beautiful of blues.
except for all the other blues.
 reading about color and how we respond to it, and what moves me,
i read about ochres, i add them to pulp, i paint with them,
i read about madder,
five new plants will go into the garden soon.
i read about the properties of dyes and pigments and lakes
and find i know so little.
but still i get extremely excited about it all.
two writers online have been exploring madder's properties
as dye and as ink.
(are you reading these two?)
(hint: Sally and Tim)
i recently ordered a new copy of Hiroko's book,
a second edition which includes more treasure.
i ordered it from Washi Arts
Linda Marshall's wonderful online store.
Linda carries Japanese Paper Place products for US customers
and she is a delight to do business with.
(and to know--she was in my Seattle North Country Shifu class last summer)
 i got these little somethings in my package:
 such beautiful wee samples to touch and use up happily.
 here's the sample sheet of the kozo Hiroko favors,
added in right before the title page
 and in the 2018 edition: 
these samples of kami-ito,
one natural, one dyed
 a special thank you to my PBI student James Spyker 
who told me about the new edition 
which included these kami-ito samples!
a soft rain happened sometime today after noon,
after some morning gardening and then mowing my lawn
one of the most dreadful jobs I have
isn't quite so awful anymore.
 anyway, off my porch i saw this little one
 unafraid in the beginning rain
 munching grass in my porch perennial garden.
 this baby needs to be watchful and wary
(there is a narsty disheveled old he-cat who ambles by every now and then)
but little cottontail was quite calm so close to human me.
 yesterday i saw a doe with two beautiful fawns, in, of course,
the middle of the road.
i had no time to get the camera, watch the three on the hilltop, and watch for traffic.
a dangerous place to be pulled over.
so you will have to imagine them
in their cinnamon and white spotted legginess, 
mamma all legs and exquisite ears herself.
on the road, 
on a hilltop, 
the north woods holding them in close
disappearing into the green at the beep of my horn. 

4 comments:

Liz A said...

"soft rain" ... such a good thing

Thank you for your words and these gentle images ... though the first makes me sad. I do hope the wood from the barn doesn't end up in the landfill, but finds new life somewhere.

Velma Bolyard said...

liz, this was only a pole barn my neighbor built, and never roofed or sided. it was destined to come down, in fact. my barn still stands under half of the roof that is sound. the other half is falling in.

Barry said...

Hi V - ah - the ever changing landscape. Strange how we can be surprised by the disappearance of structures, trees etc - we seem to convince ourselves that they will remain. Love you little visitors. Go well. B

Velma Bolyard said...

barry, our rabbits are welcome, until they get into the garden, but i'm not growing veggies here, so no problem!

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