Monday, November 20, 2017

Tribe 3 the halfway point

Tribe 3 has grown over the last few months. Slowly and surely. All members are made of the same stuff more or less. I start slowly with these tribes, I let them tell me what the traits are that define them. Each member has an individual interpretation of those traits. I find that they come into their own identity within the group based on the stone itself, the distinct sizes and shapes and what I find possible in the moment.
There is a push and pull between the two
Individuality // Tribe

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Blustery Day


 We have had some big wind storms lately, today is blustery but not damaging. Grey and wet, getting cooler as it goes. I like to wander on days like this and just look at the garden, see what it looks like as the season ends and it goes to sleep. This year I decided not to buy anything new, just shift the old stuff as needed. I moved a few things but not as many as I did the year before. We had a lovely cool wet spring that gave all of my foundation plants a chance to really get established AND I fed everything first thing in the season (usually thats miss for me). Over the course of the summer I have tried to get some ground cover established in the back border. I want to reduce the amount of mulch I need to use on it. I took sprigs of Snow in Summer, Lamium, myrtle, and sweet woodruff  and tucked them into the beds, some has taken and will start to spread next year.
lots of texture, muted colors
crabapple and pine
 The last thing I did this season was to cut back most of the flowering shrubs (weglia, japonica and spirea) and the smoke bushes. That'll improve the foliage next year. I cleaned the beds up a bit and now they are messy again. They can stay that way, I just need to keep the walks clear and it will all be fine. Cleaning up helped me to identify some weak spots that need tweaking, either some sort of planting or an improvement in the hardscape, I didn't get as much done with the paths in the bird garden this summer as planned, maybe next year.
messy paths in the bird garden
 I'm still looking at the sinkhole and trying to figure out what to make of it. It has the potential to become a really nice seating area, but its a big job and I have concerns... also maybe next year.
still looking
 The container garden in the front wall came along nicely. All of the sedums and hechera I potted up have survived and seem pretty happy in their new homes. I have more sedum started for next year.
I plan to rework the stonework and containers to create a waterfall look and build up the terracing.

fading colors
 So many plans, maybe next year.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

October past

Maple leaves

elegant encounter

north border late Oct
deck garden early Oct

sassafras leaf

lake colors

fuddling around


grave lichen

Scituate Art Fest

hot apple dumplings (the real attraction!)

golden rod
end of the season containers

Friday, October 6, 2017


abacus 1
My dad had an abacus when I was a kid I remember shiny black wooden beads that made a satisfing clack when they smacked into each other.
This piece was finished more than a year ago, I've been trying to find a good way to photograph and display this work... I may have it figured out now.

Thursday, October 5, 2017


moss rose
Last year I put moss roses in the planters in the bird garden, they went to seed and I scattered it around hoping for possible volunteers... and forgot about it
Last month I remembered again when I noticed some sprigs popping out between the pavers
Last week I noticed the flowers all in white except for this little guy's shocking pink epaulettes
a year in the making,
it takes time.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

breathing the moon

full moon at the lake
I stopped at the lake to catch the moon last night as I went to yoga.
Its good to remember the beauty in the world hasn't disappeared.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017


"Why would you choose that??"
this is an exact quote from my childhood best friend the other day
her response to me telling her that the word I "chose" for this year was churn.
(really the words always choose me, or maybe we meet each other, as though I'm asked to dance and I accept)
I guess it does seem to have some negative connotations from a certain perspective...
its the only one that fits . 
The world is dark and ugly right now and I have been immersed in it in a 'can't look away from it' type of way, 
I feel hyper aware of environmental destruction, both global/abstract and personal/intimate.
At home our jobs are insecure and the anticipation of that change...
are we fucked or free? both? 
bombarded at all levels
here is the thing though, sometimes I start to feel like butter
brutally transformed

Sunday, September 17, 2017


 basket pickup 
I've mentioned our CSA before, briefly we buy a share in a local farm at the beginning of the season, each week we pick up a bushel basket with whatever is harvested that week, a loaf of bread, and a half doz eggs.
I like it for a bunch of reasons,  Its way to attend to where I am, and be present. placing my well being with a neighbors so to speakI am supporting my local economy by being a part of a small farm's business, and eating what is in season. I like that I am tuned into the earth at my specific location. I like the challenge of being presented with the materials and then figuring out what to do with them.
ready to roast
 Its also alot of work. I spent hours today cooking... corn chowda, quiche with chard and mushrooms, roasted salsa, tomato mozzarella salad and prepping for split pea zuccini soup.The challenge is how to eat all of this including the stuff that isn't a favorite (Green Peppers and Swiss Chard) before we lose any of it and with out getting bored. I get a thrill when I can combine 2 or 3 of the basket items in one dish. I try really hard not to let any of it go to waste and one of these days I will learn to can properly so I can do preserves..
The 2 of us will be eating alot of food this week!
makin' chowdaah
all foods are written in a phonetically correct NE accent, just because it amuses me.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

The Faire

Pretty pony
We had tix for King Richards Faire last weekend. They were gifted to us and so we were able to treat some friends to the spectacle.

Giant bubbles are always a hit
We have gone a number of times. It is silly fun. We enjoy the show, it includes skits, acrobats, beer and a joust. There is a big cat show as well. Many of the folks who go dress in costumes. You see many little fairy princesses, swordsmen of all sizes, and the occasional formal pig. A good time was had by all.

The name is Snorkles
Our Knight for the day

Thursday, August 31, 2017


Remembering Dad who passed on this day in 2011
it was a complicated relationship for me, I am unsure if it was for him. I suspect so.
We did our best and it will have to do.
A small amount of his ashes are in the pendant/urn tucked into the nest collection.
For remembering.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

ready to fly

wild lettuce in seed
I let the wild lettuce grow as it wanted to in the garden this year. When it finds a spot it likes it grows TALL some of the plants around here are 12'  maybe more. Now it has begun to set seed and prepare for next season. I think the geometry of it is pretty.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Traveling Stones

Mother and Child
 Mother and Child will begin the next leg of their journey, on to FL and from there who knows?
The bigger of the two came to me from Nova Scotia, the smaller from Narragansett RI
I have no idea where they were before that.
Stones seem so stationary and yet they aren't at all. They move around over the course of their lives we just don't notice since they exist on such a different time scale.
Here are some thoughts on their migration habits that I found interesting
wrapping stones

Friday, August 25, 2017

Day Off

stabilizing stitches
Called in "too well to work" today.
I don't do it often and it was a lovely, lazy day.
I spent time poking along on the Magpie this afternoon
Stabilizing stitches and moon work.
Work was done on tribe 3 as well, I am learning the signifiers of this particular group and have had to backtrack a bit. Each tribe has an identity that is adhered to.. for the most part.

progress tribe 3

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

the starting point

tribe 3 progress

I start with the stone, Tribe 3 is composed of dark smooth slate
I looked it up...

Slate is a fine-grained, foliated, homogeneous metamorphic rock derived from an original shale-type sedimentary rock composed of clay or volcanic ash through low-grade regional metamorphism. It is the finest grained foliated metamorphic rock


slate: a dense fine-grained metamorphic rock produced by the compression of various sediments (such as clay or shale) so as to develop a characteristic cleavage

and then...


  1. :  a change in the constitution of rock; specifically :  a pronounced change effected by pressure, heat, and water that results in a more compact and more highly crystalline condition
I had thought that slate was simply sedimentary I didn't remember the rest.
A transformation is a part of its history too.
both of these qualities suggest a part of the identity of this tribe.
The core of it/them 

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

A bright spot or two

Some seeds I scattered back in June have bloomed, I hadn't even noticed them growing so it was a nice surprise. Another nice surprise has been hearing some Katydids! It may not be as many as usual and far later in the year but they are still out there and that makes my heart glad.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Boston Resists

Resistance 8-19-17
It has been a busy weekend. I found some people to march with in Boston, and some friends helped me get there*
The march was very powerful. To see that many people come out to say "Not in my city!" in response to Charlottesville gives me hope.
I am trying to process everything that is going on in our country,
I need to think about how we can find a way to knit ourselves back into one people again,
what are the common threads and how do we make the necessary reparations/changes to address the very real problems that continue to tear us apart.
People have good hearts when they can see each other and don't feel hopeless.
I guess that is as good a place to start as any.

* I will not drive in Boston. Some of you may have had the experience and may understand why I do not have the stomach for it. The combo of a  street layout that resembles a plate of spaghetti , my extreme performance anxiety, not knowing my way around and a big dollop of the famous Boston rudeness made me realize there are other ways to get there if I need to go.