Spring has arrived in full force. It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here. Life got a little wild for a stretch, and when that happens, I tend to go radio silent. I turn inward. I don’t have the energy to share until I’ve sorted things out within myself first. Sometimes my energy feels…
This weekend, the rain let up just enough for me to get out into the garden and finish pruning back the raspberries and blackberries. This is something I do every year—removing the old canes that have already produced fruit helps redirect the plant’s energy inward, down to the roots. Funny how that mirrors what’s happening…
There’s a hush in the air this time of year,a whisper that beckons me inward—to burrow into the soft den of my body,to nestle beneath layers of quiet and dark,and hibernate through winter’s long exhale. The older I become, the deeper this longing grows.I crave stillness, crave the cocoon,where meditation stretches like roots in rich…
The fall rains have begun, and it is glorious. I don’t have much to say this week—I can feel myself turning inward. It’s natural; that’s what this season invites us to do. I’ve started a new weaving project inspired by the vibrant fall palette. It’s a simple four-shaft design, so we’ll see how it turns…
Well, it’s official—29 degrees this morning. I’m calling it a hard frost. The garden whispered its goodbye over the weekend. I spent time pulling potatoes and laying them out on the drying rack to cure. Some flowers had already bowed to the cold, so I removed them too. There’s a strange freezing fog that settles…
I’ve been working on a new weaving draft during the cooler hours in the studio. It’s a 6-harness huck lace design I created using my Fiberworks software. I knew I wanted some variation in the warp and weft so the crossing of threads would stand out a bit more. I had two cones of 8/2…
This is the time of year in the garden when everything is BIG—big and tall! It amazes me how, in winter and spring, everything is cut back or dies to the ground. But now, from late summer until the first freeze or snow, the sunflowers, willow, and herbs shoot up to 6–8 feet tall. They…
Long weekends for myself means lots of early morning garden time. It’s my favorite time—the “Golden Hour,” when the light is soft and everything feels cool, quiet, and gentle. We actually had quite a bit of rain over the weekend, which almost never happens in July. It was a welcome change, knocking down some of…
Yes, it really is my favorite time of year again when the Arrowleaf is in full bloom and covering the hillsides!