The Farm

I’ve been living here, on the farm, since July of 2018. It has evolved in amazing ways since the day I first arrived.  I met my husband in July. We seemed to have a lot in common. He lived about 2 hours north of me. I was in Bangor, a sort of nondescript little shopping…

Old Photos and Memories

My mother was great for saving things. She had old quilt blocks from my Great Grandmother Mary Eleanor and her two daughters stored in the attic since 1958. I got them in 1987. And did I use them! At first, I was so worried they would disintegrate in water, I could barely stand to wash…

Is is the time change?

I don’t know what’s going on, but I do think time is telescoping or something. I get up every morning at 6 something. I have my coffee, read The Writer’s Journal by Thoreau and, before you know it, it’s 10 am and I haven’t done a thing. How can anyone sit for 4 hours with…

March 18 Two Days Until Spring!

Oh the days are getting soft! What a beautiful start to spring here in the woods of Southern Aroostook County we are having! Lest we get too excited, I have to remind The Shepherd of our last two end of winters. Everything was beautiful and green. In 2019 we set out my seedlings so they…

Creating …………….

I wish I could remember how long ago I bought this fabric. It’s been at least 3 years – I think. Finally, I’m using it. I would show you what I’m using it on, except I can’t get my picture to upload. I’ll work on it. This new iPhone is almost beyond me. I traded…

New Moon – Open to New Ideas

New beginnings, new moon, spring in 6 days – life is good. This is the time to start that project you’ve been thinking about over the last two weeks – since the Full Moon. This is a time when the Universe will support you. Actually, the Universe will support you, whatever you decide to do…

My Love Affair with Henry David Thoreau

Reading has always been the foremost pleasure in my life. I do tend to read junk for relaxation, but only mystery junk. I like the Golden Age mysteries from the 1920s and 30s. I detest the blood and gore and guts in modern fiction, as I do in modern movies. There is so much I…

Magpie Moments

Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one like me. I seem to spend 1/2 of each year uninspired, bored, tired of doing what I do, mildly pissed off at myself and then BOOM, my enthusiasm for life returns. Those months that I spend uninspired usually have a cause, or a beginning at least. I…

Time is Money

I go from absolutely no inspiration, complete despondency, total disinterest in life and living to the energizing, inspiring, thrilling and adventurous moods of a creator. I can’t live in anyone else’s head, but there are times when I would love to get out of mine. This isn’t one of those times. I am inspired by…

The Man of My Dreams

This man, this lovely, happy man, is my father. The man of my dreams, except that he certainly wasn’t a dream, but real. I can hardly describe my father, today, 20 years and some odd months after his death.  I only know that each day that comes, I think of something my dad would say…