february 16, 2010
this morning the house feels and looks like a sanctuary, a holy space where peace and tranquility reign supreme throughout the land but where things are slightly off kilter like that potted snake plant aka mother-in-law’s tongue.
that’s the way of it here.
tulip day three
 

february 16, 2010
this morning the house feels and looks like a sanctuary, a holy space where peace and tranquility reign supreme throughout the land but where things are slightly off kilter like that potted snake plant aka mother-in-law’s tongue.
that’s the way of it here.
tulip day three
 

february 16, 2010
this morning the house feels and looks like a sanctuary, a holy space where peace and tranquility reign supreme throughout the land but where things are slightly off kilter like that potted snake plant aka mother-in-law’s tongue.
that’s the way of it here.
tulip day three
 
february 15, 2010

“For ages the fault creeps secret through the rock; in a second, ledge and railings, tourists and turbines all thunder over Niagara. Which snowflake triggers the avalanche?  A house explodes; a star.  In your spouse, so apparently resigned, murder twitches like a fetus. At some trifling new assessment, all the colonies rebel.”
John Barth

february 15, 2010

“For ages the fault creeps secret through the rock; in a second, ledge and railings, tourists and turbines all thunder over Niagara. Which snowflake triggers the avalanche?  A house explodes; a star.  In your spouse, so apparently resigned, murder twitches like a fetus. At some trifling new assessment, all the colonies rebel.”
John Barth

february 15, 2010

“For ages the fault creeps secret through the rock; in a second, ledge and railings, tourists and turbines all thunder over Niagara. Which snowflake triggers the avalanche?  A house explodes; a star.  In your spouse, so apparently resigned, murder twitches like a fetus. At some trifling new assessment, all the colonies rebel.”
John Barth

february 14, 2010
 
the year’s first tulip.
 
happy valentine’s day!
and 
 
 
happy new year!
 
more garden goodness 
 
february 14, 2010
 
the year’s first tulip.
 
happy valentine’s day!
and 
 
 
happy new year!
 
more garden goodness 
 
february 14, 2010
 
the year’s first tulip.
 
happy valentine’s day!
and 
 
 
happy new year!
 
more garden goodness 
 
february 14, 2010
 sunday
spring is trying to sneak up on us.
first it was the daffodils and the sourgrass. last week i spotted poppies and some blue lupine around town. next thing you know the red wing blackbirds will arrive and then it’s all out crazy. 
spotted in the garden this morning…
 
 tree troll
  
 quail
 
gnome




himself in the tool chest



collards and sourgrass

february 13, 2010

the first doll i ever made is dead somewhere.
i dumped her and never looked back because she was a hideous thing. huge and lumpy with a deformed looking head.

this is the second doll i made and she has been and continues to be well loved by myself and my daughter.
em added the hearts on the hands. her purple
braids have turned green and tattered at the tips and still she enchants me.

she lays on the studio floor along with all the other toys i have been playing with today. i’m too tired and cranky to go pick up after myself.  like some overtired toddler whose parent will have to go pick up after them. 

i’ll have to parent myself in the morning. 

february 13, 2010

the first doll i ever made is dead somewhere.
i dumped her and never looked back because she was a hideous thing. huge and lumpy with a deformed looking head.

this is the second doll i made and she has been and continues to be well loved by myself and my daughter.
em added the hearts on the hands. her purple
braids have turned green and tattered at the tips and still she enchants me.

she lays on the studio floor along with all the other toys i have been playing with today. i’m too tired and cranky to go pick up after myself.  like some overtired toddler whose parent will have to go pick up after them. 

i’ll have to parent myself in the morning. 

february 12, 2010
waiting
my stomach in a knot.

i’m trying to sew but this fabric is like sewing a sheet of feathers in a windstorm. tendrils of it everywhere. i’m wearing black so i look like i’ve been tarred and feathered.

it’s too quiet. that sickening kind of quiet just before the screaming starts.

february 12, 2010
waiting
my stomach in a knot.

i’m trying to sew but this fabric is like sewing a sheet of feathers in a windstorm. tendrils of it everywhere. i’m wearing black so i look like i’ve been tarred and feathered.

it’s too quiet. that sickening kind of quiet just before the screaming starts.

february 12, 2010
waiting
my stomach in a knot.

i’m trying to sew but this fabric is like sewing a sheet of feathers in a windstorm. tendrils of it everywhere. i’m wearing black so i look like i’ve been tarred and feathered.

it’s too quiet. that sickening kind of quiet just before the screaming starts.