Another snowy morning!

I know where the Snow Queen lives...

...right behind the waterfall.

And now it is...

November is turning into December

It is a good day for these...

This morning's walk

Morning walks are colder now

and the waterfall is freezing.

Does this mean it is winter?

Another November

It is

Fall

This fall has been beautiful.

Everyone is talking about it.

But we know it is not going to last.

Tonight a cold wind is going to blow.

Morning walk

                                 Our morning walks are colder now,

                                   but they are golden.

                                 Things are beginning to change.

It is this kind of weekend.

late summer

It's His Month!

Mr. August!  Thanks PAWSitve Pantry for a beautiful calendar!

A brown dog for the Brown Dog

I am lucky to be part of a wonderful critique group.  One of us;  Amy Huntington  had an idea that we should make a mural at Brown Dog Books and Gifts in Hynesburg Vermont.  So yesterday Tracey Campbell Pearson, Liza Woodruff and I did some painting.  Here is Amy hard at work.

Wildflowers

It's Summer

When do the dog days start?!

Happy 4th!

Berries and Bears

There are wild strawberries all over the mountain.

It has not gone unnoticed.

Good Morning Moon

Good Morning Moon.

                                                             

Good Morning Dog.

                                                            

5 years ago today....

My best friend was born.  Happy Birthday Mr. McKenzie!

but afterall...

I see them everywhere

In A Nutshell

So many have written so eloquently about  Maurice Sendak this week.  One thing that is clear in all that I have read is that whether or not one knew him personally we all had a personal connection to him.   His books spoke directly to us as children and continue to strike something deep in our the core of our beings.

While there can be little doubt that "Where The Wild Things Are" is THE seminal picture book,  my favorite was and always will be the Nutshell Library.  It came out just when my little hands needed some books of their own to hold.  Of all of the books in our house, these were mine and I knew them by heart before I could read.   I always felt a strong kinship with Johnny who lived by himself and liked it like that.  I loved that Pierre didn't care when he poured syrup in his hair and I still can't eat chicken soup with rice without picturing myself on a crocodile paddling down the soupy Nile.  When a character of mine recently decided to be an alligator,  I looked to "Alligators All Around" for reassurance.

My Nutshell Library sits near my desk where I work every day.  Like me it is older now;   a little tattered and slightly musty.  But when I open any of the small books I remember the child I was and how it felt to have something of my very own.   It is nice to know that there is still a warm safe place where the soup is hot and being eaten by a lion doesn't have to be fatal.

This Morning's Walk

Spring is slowly coming to the mountain.

 

 

The streams are full,

and if you look closely you can see things beginning to grow.

But the winter that never quite began

 

 is having a hard time letting go.

It can be confusing.

 

Happy Easter!

Mud Season

Spring isn't here yet.

Nothing is growing.

But the river is full of snow melt

and it has been too long since we went swimming.

Uh oh...

I've forgotten something but I can't remember what it was.

Here Comes March!

Snow Squalls!

Foggy New Year!