Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Monday, December 17, 2012

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Friday, November 9, 2012

This morning's walk

Morning walks are colder now

and the waterfall is freezing.

Does this mean it is winter?

Friday, November 2, 2012

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Sunday, October 7, 2012


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.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Morning walk

                                 Our morning walks are colder now,

                                   but they are golden.

                                 Things are beginning to change.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Friday, August 17, 2012

Thursday, August 2, 2012

It's His Month!

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

Friday, July 20, 2012

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.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Thursday, July 5, 2012

It's Summer

When do the dog days start?!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Monday, July 2, 2012

Berries and Bears

There are wild strawberries all over the mountain.

It has not gone unnoticed.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Good Morning Moon

Good Morning Moon.

Good Morning Dog.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

5 years ago today....

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

Monday, May 21, 2012

Saturday, May 12, 2012

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.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

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.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Saturday, March 17, 2012

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.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Uh oh...

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

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Sunday, January 1, 2012