220327 crumbs and snow

Mar. 27

 This morning, spring snow, won't stay, but it's a bit cold for rain... 

Trickster beech in the snow.

     Rocky and the camp road.

The second pond, today:

Ponds on the ridge. They have formed among tree roots and stones.

It is Sunday so there is no business to see to. I am making baked beans, baked for real, in the oven. It seems to make a difference, but I am also tweaking the recipe in other places. I now fry the salt pork and onions before I add them to the beans. 

Rocky and I have walked up the hill twice today. I cut through the woods for a while and that was heavier going. There are places where nothing has been and the snow, still two feet deep in spots, is soft through from the warmer temperatures - every few steps the snow is up over my boots. I often follow Rocky's paw prints to help with safe footing.

I am also stopping, as I go about the house, at my work-table, to look at a piece in progress. I wonder if it helps to do art work in designated time slots, like a school class, or like a job, 9 to 5, maybe smaller bites, with designated breaks? Hm ... because, like crumbs in a cookie bag, the art seems to trickle down to the bottom of the "do it" bag, and time trickles like proverbial sand. (Like dog-biscuit crumbs in one's pocket.)

This is "Tom and Jerry", a lamp I am grouting. Has been on the table a long time. It's a "Missisquoi superimposed": all local brokens and second-hands.

I have wanted to do a stump, like the stumps one sees in the woods that create in their decay a small world of plants and animals. This crooked end of a sawn log sat by me for months before I took the leap. I said it was drying.

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Rocky and I stopped by the cow pond for a little sit. (Not supposed to be a dog blog.)

Indre will like this: short on words, lots of pictures. Thank you for visiting. Be well.

 Mumma Yaga