falling

virginia creeper was here last weekend

but the frost changed all this

in fact all these pictures are changed now

that's ok.

a place called home is making me happy

with a stash of cordwood 

and off the grid power.

those juneberries are naked now.

fall danced all around

 but this is now tan and purple and deep gold

this too, 

moving to darker now

 in the sun the clydesdales (now only four of them) 

are beautiful

 i found some tansy

blossoms couldn't stand up to the cold

inside some kami-ito waits on my walnut niddy noddy.

 and the last two books that still need stitches

are waiting, too.

 some paper on glennis' beautiful dyeing

 and i had a bit of stuff still to peel off

flax paper

after the first pressing.

and i wish i had my very own groomer

i think it might be a friendly thing

those of us who don't like too much touching, or talking

may like a little scratchy tongue 

just behind the ears...

or maybe not.

it's been a long week, it's not over,

but i will say a huge thank you to 

all of you who have trusted me

and purchased the map book.

there are some left still,

should you feel so inclined. 

so far some have made it to their new homes

with feedback

that makes me blush

and smile.

i hope the rest make it through with the postal service's care

safe and sound.

me, i'm exhausted by the rigors of eleven students.

which sounds ridiculous, i know.

i know.

weather change

the wind is whistling through some autumn weather right now. 

i can see the rain go sideways.

and in between

the sun shimmers hard.

autumn reminds me of each old autumn

and is entirely new 

every time. 

 sky and ochre and soil

it's serious about change.

turning

the land has turned her face towards autumn

this week,

i shut windows at night

to keep in the warm

wake to a chilly scarf

draped over my face

my open bedroom window

 reaching into the recent past

letting in the cool

so happy as summer winds down. 

 light and shade

layers 

on the hill meadow

where sheep and the mare called flame

used to pasture.

and smiling susans

today i have much to do

or nothing

as it pleases me.

i love rare days like this.

caring through change

 it seems that caring

is good work

something to continue

to do

as worlds change

 in fall we gather

together thinking collecting

for the big change coming

i count on farmers to grow food

i gather at the market

~

my indigo dries in the garage

i am counting on color 

to fortify this winter

~

and the caring i found

through this strange interspace

~

you friends over there in the other world 

are in spring

while we are shedding the excess

green

waiting for snow

~

keeps me connected

~

i wove last night

after winding balls of lokta

from a skein

 stayed up late weaving

a video anchored me

my fingers dancing

over the warp

lokta shifu square

four selvedges 

spun dry

needle woven

on the stump

~
i was a little part of this
which makes me happy

vining

transitioning weather and trees. i noticed leaves coloring, they're saying the color show is early this year. could be. vines are thriving. virginia creeper is reddening. 

where this truck lives other vehicles live also. and a herd of horses. i love this site. it's rocky and southren exposed, beautiful. but what a mess, essentially a junkyard. all this old metal. shanna leino who makes amazing books and tools for bookbinding (talas sells them) also repurposes found steel in her jewelry. she is inspired by objects full of meaning, sewing machine bobbins, for example. strike metals.

three tube rivets hold the discs apart.

a gathering of cards made their way to me from warwick press. mouse on mouse. carol's attention to the smallest detail amazes me, the colors handpainted. love that face! i don't pretend to be able to understand this: running a trapline year round and loving the beautiful mouseness of mice. c.s.lewis portrayed a workable truce between humans and mice in that hideous strength. i wish it were so.