From the front Porch
It's cold but there is Peace in the Valley.
It's a magical snow.
I'm not sure about you, but this was not feeling like home. So I am changing the format up a little bit to make it more cozy. There will be an evolution here, but I suppose most of you are used to me changing things around. Like the furniture. The snow was just beginning here. And as you can see, Alphabet Soup is again in use keeping the wood dry. It has in a way been a protection cloth, even in it's happy go lucky design.
I found this old loose sketch. 2 old summer selves that might be stitched in winter, while considering season in new ways. I drift (perhaps in sympathy with the snow) into comfort once again.
where do the Deer go?
No new pics, snowed overnight, maybe 2 feet now. A big day of digging ahead. And it's still snowing.
I remember the freshness … how the air was scrubbed clean and left sparkling
The world is a busy place …. ssssh hear the quiet…..
I love your posts and hope that changing helps ease your mind an enhances your creativity. Funny I sometimes struggle with technical challenges when I really desire peace.
The snow is beautiful, even though I guess its’ a lot of work. It must be so quiet. I love that about heavy snow.
and now, it is still snowing!
Snow falling only in the mountains surrounding our valley….here the last remnants of last small valley snowfall are melting under a heavy rain and big winds. The birds were singing their hearts out this afternoon when I went out to pick up my weekly dinner prepared by a refugee here in the city. Delicious Iraqui meal today. I love being able to embrace the tastes and textures of so many diverse cultures. We look forward to our refugee population to expand significantly this next year. I am finding their influence brushing my creative self as I sketch and stitch…tutoring folks now for five years has opened for me a window of images never before imagined. Just living here in the mountains my “characters and animals” have taken on quite a different look. 2021 is my year to find some of them a home in cloths.
Love your two summer selves…delightful friends.
Thanks for another fantastic morning/afternoon visit. Your snow speaks to my soul
any way we can “travel” expands us. gives us new eyes.
Much cozier, Mom rearranged all of the time, making for colorful shouting in the night by Dad. Great to see Alphabet Soup being useful….”A” is for assist & action!
A is for many things. Arrange and achy after shoveling.
It does really look magical. The tree limbs lined with snow and I can just smell the clean snowy air! I hope that having prepared for this cold snap you can appreciate it more. Have a wonderful time taking in the magic of snow and your environment.
Yeah much more comfortable with weathering a storm this year…
WOW !
(would love to see some snow here . . . but that won’t happen : the very first spring flowers already on their way !
it’s going to be a long drawn out winter this year I think.
February can be the hottest month here clear sky’s day after day. Change brings rain, relief for a brief while. I breathe the coolness. Feel alive again for a time. I long for winter
I like the seasons, the change and then the longing…for change again
I miss the quiet that a blanket of snow provides. I spent my youngest years in rural Michigan and loved the silence of winter and miss it now that I live so near Detroit. Thank you for sharing photos of your rural home and land….I can hear the quiet from here.
I love it too, I remember waking up at night as a child and just knowing it was snowing because of the change in sound.
No snow here, but cold (for us)
February always make me moody.
My birth month. I was born Moody.
I like your old summer selves sketch. And your warm wood. Snow is so clean and peaceful to me. Work for you…
Wishing you warmth and wellness.
I love being out in snow, digging, shaping, clearing, breathing. too fluffy for a snow-woman at the moment.
Perfect for a snow angel!
Getting cozy, much more true to you (and therefore us)…I like!
it’s like a new place, you gotta live in it for a while. wear it down.
Sleeting here in coastal Maine. A downright messy storm. Dreaming of summer sun. But trying to face February with the help of my blankets, woodstove, and soup.
at this point I spend less time dreaming forward, just glad to be alive. It’s getting a bit messy now, was nice and fluffy but ice and slush are forming.
love the shifting of the “furniture”. the warmth of the creative hearth. the comfort of shared soup. magic, indeed. x
The man here is always careful not to walk in the dark, because the real furniture is subject to the same fate.
The deer around here still browse their various food plots and the clover patches behind our house. Evidence shows that they bed down in the field of little blue stem grass as well as under a number of big Eastern cedar trees. You’ll probably see their tracks in the woods in the photo. On our game cameras, their hair is much denser than during the summer, and it’s all poufed out whenever it rains or snows. Mother Nature is pretty fabulous.
I’ve seen them moving through but never found where they hang out. The birds are all puffed up this morning.
Cold here too, but not like up your way! ☃️ at least it’s a pretty scene of brightness
…feels about right for February, the kind of winter I remember as a child. It’s been a while.
we are (happily) getting more snow (still) than forecast – it should hae stopped by now. Not fast accumulating so it’s just pretty. Love being snug and warm and watching it. Love the sketches! Like whatever you do as long as you are there.
Snow and snug most certainly go well together. Somehow I can never not be here, I’m just moody jude-y.
defining what feels free. . .we’re getting there
we, yes we, are
Gorgeous. And yes, it wasn’t quite feeling right…it felt removed in some way. This is better. 🙂
I’ll keep at it
❤
Beauty, peace, hope … running along lines of thread and the digital highway. So thankful for you. Yes, you.
a sweet comment to begin my day