For a couple of wonderful years, I was part of an online art group. Once a week we would talk. Between, I blogged. I was

August 13. How did that happen? With lots and lots of away-from-the-computer time is how. With lots of time in the woods and water and

GREEN! So much rain. So much green. (see that kind of stalk of a tree mid-distance? My mother, no longer alive, told me its name

Could Peaches be any closer to that fan??? It’s hot. It’s suuuuummmmer. Amanda was asking me yesterday where my horse art was – (she’s only

…technology is taking over so many aspects of our lives that I think there’s a need for a small tribe of makers to keep up

The raspberries are coming ripe. So good. So few. When I was making my first decisions about this garden, years ago, there was an abundance

80 percent: how good my inner ear is now. That’s what my dear acupuncturist told me. I’ve gotten so accustomed to this not-quite- centered feeling

It’s been a while. I stretched the silk on the frame, all ready to dye the strips that would “frame” those horses – finally finish

(heron flying away) When I was a child, I had recurring dreams of falling. I’d fall off a cliff. And then float. I might be

“Ring around the rosies….All fall down.” Oh for nursery rhymes… But yes, last Wednesday I “all fall down”. I ended up spending the day in