We are on the edge of it. Probably we will not see much more than 5-6 inches.
It is snowing inside too.
Bigger wind coming later...we'll see. Wind can be many things.
The different thing about this storm is that it is snowing and it is so so cold. 8 but feels like -10.
Sitting here thinking how much mending comes in handy.
Feeling open. Warm.
Stitching that.
Brewing.
Nothing yet.
This morning, suddenly, I could see wind in the base cloth, a storm brewing even. So maybe, for this moment I will call it Storm Watcher. Then maybe later, depending on how it goes, Storm Keeper. The connection is already there. A Story brewing then. A Storm might be like a Story.
Dense fog this morning. A relatively warm day.
I need to finish planting bulbs.
Some parts of circles can make boats too. And sails I have some of those... most of what I had here was just pinned. So I can switch them around. I needed a small fleet this morning. A community at sea. What if a community doesn't depend on location? There are also those who got left behind.
Fog over a small journey. Fog can be dangerous at sea. And also , I imagine, very beautiful.
I am not trying to be clear here, just dreaming. Enjoying the fog then.
There was a storm. Hail, wind, rain.
It came fast. Soul-o hid under the bed. I felt a bit like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, securing the cover on the wood and fighting my way to the door.
Just clowning around to keep it light.
I considered adding another roof, a peaked top to the whole thing. Like a tent. But I think the stars are enough. Still maybe it needs a little wind. I like how it now seems like some sort of balancing act. Wind will just add a bit more challenge.
It stopped raining water but the wind is Big. Raining leaves. I need to go plant some garlic. Pick up some windfall for kindling. Make some soup from scraps of food. The freezer is too full. Stuff for dyepo(e)ts. Time to get to it. A more pleasant to do list.
The bobcat jumped over the stone wall while I was having coffee. He/she is wounded, front paw, still quick and gone. To witness these sightings brings me such joy.
a little while later...ok, wind comes easy but never as planned:
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
