Archive for February 2009

This is the annual retreat of the New England Textile Artists Association…400-600 mostly women take over the town of Freeport for a weekend of knitting, spinning, weaving and talking…and drinking and eating and laughing… So I’ll be back to answer the phones and e-mails on Monday, Bye!

We lost power on Sunday and didn’t get it back until late Tuesday night. When I wasn’t panicking concerned about people not being able to reach us by phone or internet, I was enjoying myself by the fire with knitting in hand…losing power is sort of like a gift from the Gods…”it’s outta your hands…

It was snowing when we woke up this morning. It was snowing while we ate our soup at lunchtime…and walked out to see the ducks all gathered in the sheltered part of the Bay. And it’s still snowing at 4:30 when the goats are looking for their afternoon flake of hay.

I’ve been working on a new postcard for the summer, the first I’ve ever designed but I think this may be the beginning of a series because one idea led to many…but then again, the fever of February always bites me in the tail by June 😉 All of the photos were taken from here…

I’ve worked my fingers to the bones and it’s time for a cup of coffee and chocolate-cherry scone…but if you look at the new links on the left side of the page, you’ll see that I’ve organized some of the past postings so that if you’re not inclined to read through 2 years of journal…

I can’t believe I missed it…but I was right there and never saw her. Luck for me, Jackie from Phoenix, an authority on unusual animal species, wrote and pointed out what I had missed. Here’s the photo again and if you look closely on the left, you’ll see this lovely hippo was indeed waiting with…

It’s easy to forget your blessings and I thank the Gods for the whispers that come from the most unexpected places. Other than scurrying outside to feed the goats or greet the postman, I haven’t spent an extra moment in the frigid air… better to look at the sparkling snow from the comfort of the…

On the winter days when the sky and the bay are the same color, I’m happy to sit inside and spin, or knit or search the web for my current fancy…lately it’s been Maine poets as I try to find better ways to share with you the beauty and starkness of our winter coastline. Because…