mayday

it feels like spring today. 

the promise kept.

two good trees 

spruce and butternut 

this went down in april 

 remains of the milkhouse

mosquito nesting ground

photographer's sarcophagus 

 no insect activity

yet 

but a woman with 

green striped socks

waits 

 she matches these 

fiddleheads

protected by down

deliberate?

oh, no

 my 

reward for this

winter of hard times 

 

the fiber of winter

 disappearing

under the green frayed cloth

of may

it's mayday

today i put out 

hummingbird feeders

a huge commitment 

as far as i can tell

 finished the pure hosta

added a little abaca

ready for milkweed pulp 

tiny sheets

a tiny home

and blackflies are swarming

not biting much

yet.

mid week musing

i've been up to a couple of things this week.

border collies have an amazing gait that is economical and quick.

on our walk, i see her energy saving way of moving.

hocks close, feet almost touching.

i started a cauldron.

couldn't wait till spring

a silk piece, a cotton piece

see the branches?

after yesterday's walk

the branches!

sun yesterday, and cold.

today, warm and cloudy.

harvest

 

the farmer who baled this hay mowed late, long after the nutrients were lowered. perhaps it is exactly what he wants.

 dusk

 this fence post was placed by the farmer. and the milkweed is a beautiful commentary on november. i harvest milkweed.   

sunset on the treeline

 soon after i arrive home these days.

my back yard toward the woods

i can hear the coyotes quite close tonight, they sound lonely, but i think they're fooling. they are most sociable. but the neighborhood dogs are paying attention tonight. i wonder why?

i have walked at night and heard their calls and shivered. 

she ignores coyotes. 

 but not wet grass

 or me.

 towards the adirondacks.

 jude hill spoke of trees and their fingers. i think of their arms, where i used to climb. i loved to sit in trees, until my father told me i was too old, and i had to sneak that pleasure.

 from some of the trees in this hedgerow i will harvest a few branches for paper, stripping and using their inner bark. slippery elm, maybe a hickory. basswood.

goodnight.