Every cow carries the entire history of civilization / around all day in its mouth. It tastes like grass. from poet Robert Moore’s book, “The Golden Book of Bovanites”. picture taken from just inside my front door. apparently there’s a break in the fence somewhere . . .
not that we’re completely finished unpacking inside, but after the moody weather of last week, who could stay inside on such a gorgeous day. sooooo, we decided that one of the major projects of today would be creating a garden for our quirk recycled pieces i like to call yard jewelry. today was only a […]
(note: this is what i suppose you’d call a cross-post in that i posted this very same bit on my other blog, autoquiltography.com. i’m sure it’s probably not a nice thing to do, but it’s the first time i’ve ever done this, and well, i just had to today, you see. not only is this […]
b.c. (before computers) my system was rolodex cards. those little notched cards were my memory, my vault, my information storage system. i had boxes and boxes and still more boxes of rolodex cards, all neatly and logically arranged in categories – some duplicated for placement in more than one category. this past weekend we did […]
it’s been so long, i hardly know where to start. though i’ve missed blogging regularly (go here if you want to know why), after a while it became almost a dread. what would i say? there’s so much that’s happened – how do i choose? i created this blog to help me distill, clarify, and […]