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When I shut my studio door I lock out the woes of the world for a few hours. I’m looking out to a sea of ferns, still, quiet surrounded by cedar, alder and maple trees sanding tall, straight, unafraid. The … Continue reading
When you arise in the morning Give thanks for the morning light. Give thanks for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food And give thanks for the joy of living And if perchance you see no reason for … Continue reading
Brunnera ‘Jack Frost’ macrophylla Perennial. Good woodland garden plant. Will naturalize. Grows 18” tall and wide. Flowers: Airy, light blue with yellow eyes. Leaves: Silvery heart-shaped with green veins. Part sun to full shade. Keep soil moist. Deer Resistant. From … Continue reading
What’s that in the ferns? Move closer. . . A hidden oasis in the ferns. Lovely! Another lovely Middle Daughter’s Creation.
Hermit Moments with yourself, by yourself, accepting yourself, loving yourself, learning all the wisdom of the world. ©2015 Sharron R. McMillan
Hisnibs and I got the mountain of firewood stacked in the woodshed. That’s almost half the firewood we need for the winter. More splitting and stacking to do yet to ensure cozy days by the fire this winter.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. ~Abraham Joshua Heschel
More firewood still out in the woods waiting to be split and brought to the woodshed.
It takes Hisnibs and helper about ten days of the summer to cut, split and stack firewood to keep our two houses warm all winter. A good start on it here. There are 60 pieces of firewood per bucket load … Continue reading
We have grown together like two different species of plants entwined but not dependent, at least I like to think so. ©Excerpt from “Entwined” Sharron R. McMillan
Hummingbirds hover over spider webs, borrowing nest material from over-active spinners; mother robin trolls the lawn for worms and bugs for her babies; helpless raven young scream for food as tired parents deliver incessantly; bumblebees hum their nectar songs over … Continue reading
Pay attention to the intricate patterns of your existence that you take for granted. ~Doug Dillon
Hisnibs built this little cabinet out of scraps in the workshop. The top is a piece of an old cedar that fell across our road about four years ago. Hisnibs milled it, planed it and made it to fit the … Continue reading
This little apple tree has been our inspiration for years now. Growing on the side of the road, at the edge of the woods, under the telephone wires and on a rock bluff. Every spring we watch for it somehow … Continue reading