quick check in

Hello friends,

Just a quick post to you let know that we are OK here at our bit of earth. A few of you have so kindly reached out to see how we are faring. Since we are at about 1400’ of elevation, we are indeed very wet, but not flooding. The rain runs down the hills and mountains and tends to flood the valleys below. Much of Vermont is in the throes of Mother Nature’s fury, and we won’t know until tomorrow or the next day the extend of the damage. A lot of us are remembering Tropical Storm Irene, which tore through the state in late August of 2011.

Please send good thoughts, especially to those who are unhoused.

I’ve been distracting myself from the downpour by cleaning the house (where I can exert some degree of control), simmering a pot of Cuban black beans on the stove (my ultimate comfort food) and stitching on this fun top designed by KZStevens. I bought the fabric years ago at Bolt, a fun fabric store in Portland, OR.

Again, thanks for your your good thoughts. They mean a lot to me. I’ll bring you an update in the next day or two.

Stay safe wherever you are! xo

mending and devotion

Nothing like a worn in leather thimble!

Hello dearest readers. I’m wondering how you are feeling. I’ve been so angry since last Friday’s SCOTUS decisions! And 4th of July celebrations added to my upset…not sure there’s much to celebrate. I’ve fumed. I wrote a blog post yesterday and quickly took it down, because I had not brought my best self to this space.

So. How about redirecting my/our energies…

I’m returning to devotion, the word I’ve been trying to build my days around. And mending. Because when I mend things with my hands, my heart often follows suit. And when my heart feels stronger, I find energy to mend broken pieces out in the world.

I have a favorite needle case that I’ve used for years. You can find it here. It usually sits next to my sewing machine. I decided I wanted another one to keep with my mending basket. I used homegrown, hand dyed fabric for this newest one. The front is dyed with tansy, grown here in VT in 2019. I used clothespins to create the “resist” design. The inside was made with fabric I tie dyed with indigo that we grew here at our “bit of earth”. The leather tie was made from scraps left on the factory floor at Vermont Glove (formerly Green Mountain Glove), a local business producing gloves for over 100 years. I took a field trip there, you can read about it here.

So now I’m devoting myself to doing more that feeds my creative spirit and refocuses me on hope and lightness.

Here’s a quote I saw the other day, author unknown.

Remember, being happy doesn’t mean you have it all.

It simply means you’re thankful for all you have.

Here are a few sweet little things to watch that may bring you a smile or two.

I just ordered this pattern (I’m going to make a bunch of them!) and got a lovely follow up email from the founder and designer of Sew Liberated. She highlighted this little video. I know it’s part of a marketing scheme…but it resonated with me.

I’ve long admired the work of Emily Louise Howard, and she has a fun YouTube channel where you can see her English sketchbook. This one is especially lovely.

Carry on, friends. Let me know in the comments where you are finding comfort, inspiration, calm.

xo

and now it's July...

Green beans, strawberries, a bottle of rhubarb ginger juice, a cuke, polenta bread from Red Hen Bakery, spinach, Napa cabbage, radish micro greens, carrots, and baby fingerling potatoes. I am not a summer gal, but, gosh, the farmers market in Montpelier sure makes me smile.

A vireo nest, out in one of our Liberty apple trees, crafted from dead leaves, birchbark, grasses and twigs.

Out in the meadow. Where crickets and lightning bugs play.

The hoop house is filled with tomato and pepper plants, some greens, herbs and other goodies.

The upper gardens are looking good, too. Sadly, the indigo seedlings we started and planted did not make it. They are tricky little seeds to manage in Vermont. We have had hot and hazy days…the last few have been complicated with ash from the Canadian wildfires again…

The California poppies continue to self seed and thrive. They remind us of dear friends in the Bay Area. xo

Life update

Since this past February, we have curated my Mumsie’s possessions, moved her into a studio apartment at an assisted living community, cleared out her house that she moved into as a bride 70 years ago, put her house on the market, sold it, closed on it and all of this while navigating my own medical journey (which has come to a pause, I remain vigilant and hopeful.)

It was a lot.

At one point I lost track of myself.

I missed myself. I couldn’t find “me”. That had never happened before. It was scary.

So I asked for a bit of help, and got it.

I’m still tying up loose ends, with change of address BS, power of attorney updates, and helping my Mumsie navigate some of her own medical adventures…because when you’re ninety, there are bound to be hiccups, right?

But I am so glad my Mumsie is safe, well cared for and happy. She says to anyone who asks, “Why didn’t I do this 5 years ago?!?!” Such a great outcome!

And one of the best silver linings was time spent with one of my brothers and his wife. Batman and I teamed up with them and we were a remarkable force. We spent many weekends driving down to MA to empty the house. We worked hard together and then we relaxed and ate good food at their house and walked the beach to restore our equilibrium.

We were able to distribute some of my Mumsie’s things to others who appreciate them. I did not keep much for myself, but I treasure two scrap books filled with pictures drawn by my dad when he was a little boy. Perhaps someday I’ll share some of them here.

I have not spent much time making things, but I’m setting July aside to see if I can’t get back some of my inspiration.

One afternoon I lit a candle and sat down to make some curtains for the pantry shelves in our “room of requirement”.

I used a tablecloth that had been my paternal grandmother’s. Rather than have it sit in a drawer, I was inspired to have it out in the open. Now whenever I look into the room, the clutter has been hidden, and I smile with memories of my Gram.

The news is filled with things to be very concerned about. I’m trying to maintain some sort of equilibrium in the usual places…meditation, reading, writing snail mail, checking in with friends and family.

I hope you are finding some balance in your lives, too, dearest readers.

xo

on the eve of the summer solstice

Hello dearest readers. It is said that the devil fools with the best laid plans. And so, it’s been a while since I checked in with you here at sew and sow life.

As we stand at the threshold of the summer solstice, I invite you to take a pause with me. Are you able to set aside a bit of quiet time in the next day or two to light a candle and sit with yourself for a few minutes of meditation?

Perhaps you’d like to brew some tea, or draw a glass of fresh water. Maybe you would enjoy some peaceful music.

Settle yourself into a comfy spot to relax. Take a few big inhales and exhales, relax your shoulders and do it all again. Close your eyes. Imagine a beach at the ocean, or a meadow filled with tall grasses and wildflowers, or a hilltop surrounded by breezes and birdsong.

As we turn from spring to summer ask yourself two simple questions… “What do I want more of in my life?” and “What do I want less of?”

Maybe you’d like to write something down, or sketch ideas that come to you. Maybe you’d like to call a friend or write them a note to check in with them. Maybe you’d like to write things on a slip of paper and go outside to burn it with a match. I invite you to internalize what you discovered, or release it…whichever serves you better.

(One of the silver linings in this challenging chapter of my life is that I have found myself on the coast of Massachusetts, wrapped in the generous hospitality of my brother and his wife many times. Last week, my daughter Gretta and granddaughter Maggie joined us. We strolled the beach one evening and again the next morning. The second photo, above, was part of Maggie’s “village”.)

hello June

Vermont is exploding with spring beauty. Batman pruned one of our lilacs last year and this year it is putting on quite the show. It’s covered with blooms and the buzzing of bees. I read somewhere that you can infuse water with lilac florets, and so I tried it. I pulled about 1/3 cup of florets from the stem, put them in a glass of water, covered it and put it in the fridge for about 6 hours. I strained the water from the flowers and now I am sipping a most delicately flavored water.

These past few months have been quite the challenge, but loose ends have been tied off and soon I think I can write about it a bit more. I feel like I’m getting out from under such heaviness. And now my life is full of ideas and possibilities and it’s all centered around devotion, simplicity and beauty. I look forward to sharing some of it with you here, friends.

I hope you are well and open to the joys of the season.

xo

devotion* to resistance

Some wear red poppies this weekend. I prefer the forget-me-not. I hold thoughts of all the resisters close to my heart. The Peace Corps volunteers, the strikers, the conscientious objectors, the Freedom Riders, the Underground Railroad conductors, the Suffragettes, the teachers, the artists, the writers and musicians, the healers, the menders, the farmers…anyone who takes a stand with moral courage and hopes for a better world, without bearing arms. I remember them/you with gratitude today. Thank you for your service.

*the word devotion is carrying me through my days lately.

spring green, books and catching up

There were a few days in mid-April that had us all worried that summer had arrived early, with stupidly warm temperatures. But the rest of this spring has seen a string of wet, chilly, cloudy weeks, with tiny peeks of sunshine. We used our propane stove most mornings to take off the chill, before we got on with our days. This weekend, the sun has come out and everything is greening up beautifully! And the black flies have arrived. :-(

In February, my brother and sister-in-law came up for a weekend. Ever up for a project, they helped us take down a bunch of birch trees out by the road. I adore our birches, but they are not hardy trees, and when they start to go, they rot and become precarious, leaning over the road and susceptible to toppling in high winds. We felled five trees down across the road, cut them into firewood sections, rolled them off the road and stacked them before one single car passed our house. It was a Sunday morning, but still, I do love living in a rural neighborhood. Last week, Batman took the snowplow off the tractor and hitched the chipper on to the back. He chipped the remaining smaller birch branches and refreshed the front path from the house to the driveway and it looks ever so lovely. Homemade mulch for the win!

Did you celebrate May Day? Back in the day, Franny and I used to make May baskets and drop them off on the doorsteps of friends. This year I put together a bouquet for neighbors and at the same time, sent a little love out into the ether in honor of Franny’s legacy of love.

I have quite a stack of books I’m working on…I’ve already mentioned a few of them, but here are some additions…

• Enchantment, awakening wonder in an anxious age, by Katherine May, who wrote Wintering, which I enjoyed. (Our May book for A Mending Space book group).

• Horse, by Geraldine Brooks, our May book for my local book group.

• Above the Ground, by Clint Smith, gifted to me by Hannah (we share an appreciation of poetry).

• The Art of Manipulating Fabric, by Colette Wolff, pulled from the library in my studio. Prepping for a new project.

• I’ve given Taproot magazine another try, and the latest issue, Cultivate, has a lovely article about snail mail, and also a tutorial for making a pouch for letter writing supplies.

Some of you had asked me to share the list of books I’ll be reading with my local group. Here are the ones we have selected so far…Perhaps you’d like to read along?

• May…Horse, by Geraldine Brooks

• June…The Weight of Ink, by Rachel Kadish

• July…Hester, by Laurie Lico Albanese (which I loved).

• August…Our Missing Hearts, by Celeste Ng

• September…The Marriage Portrait, by Maggie Farrel

• October…Bicycling with Butterflies: My 10,201-Mile Journey Following the Monarch Migration, by Sara Dykman

Perhaps you remember this photo of Corazón, perched on her climbing tree.

My son-in-law Ben crafted this sweet portrait from a bit of wood. His thoughtfulness really cheered my day. Whenever I look at it, I think of his growing skills as a maker…and of the TLC he put into this work.

Can you see the line of greening foliage creeping up the hills? Each day, the color changes by elevation.

Last night, I caught the sun close to setting, the orange orb hanging just above the ridgeline. There’s a Juneberry tree blooming in the foreground, a native bush that feeds birds and critters alike with their fall fruits.

Yesterday we went to our local garden center Dandelion Acres for a “first pass” at new plants for the yard. We bought a new crabapple to replace the one we took down last fall. We chose it because it will have hearty crabapples in the fall (to make jelly!) We got a few more raspberry bushes and a few flowers to plant in my hanging basket. We’ve been meaning to review our planting schemes, so this weekend we will pull out a length of brown craft paper to plot our dreams.

So, that’s a lot of catching up. How about you, dearest readers? Are you finding sanctuary in your garden dreams, getting your hands back into the soil, cooking with fresh, local treats? Are you reading anything worth sharing? Are you mending overalls, knitting a spring scarf, sewing a new dress? Drop a note in the comments, will ya?

Happy frolicking!

a bit of earth day inspiration

spring sunshine on the kitchen windowsill.

primroses, gifted from a friend’s garden.

spring’s edible treasures along the stone wall.

I am safely back from my journey to Detroit, filled up with family love and inspiration. Today I’d like to share a handful of nice resources I’ve come across lately. I’m guessing I’m not the only one who thinks every day is EARTH DAY, but here we are, setting today aside as a special opportunity to lift up our green planet. In no special order…

• We Are the Ark, a book by Mary Reynolds, with gorgeous illustrations by Ruth Evans. Returning Our Gardens to Their True Nature with Acts of Restorative Kindness. Visit the website here.

• Amazing artist Jeanne K Simmons, who I found via artist Anna Brones (who hosts The Creative Fuel Collective, one of my fave spots on the internet). Jeanne creates “Land Art, Eco Art and Body Art”.

• An essay by Heather Cox Richardson, who writes Letters From an American on Substack. I was introduced to Ms Richardson’s writing by a friend while visiting in Detroit. I’ve subscribed. :-)

• What to do with worn bedsheets? Make your own braided rag rug with this tutorial by Erin Boyle.

• A book on my wish list… Our Kindred Home, Herbal Recipes, Plant Wisdom, and Seasonal Rituals for Rekindling Connection With the Earth, by Alyson Morgan.

• Stitchdown Farm (where we got Lindsey’s wedding flowers) has a new product, flower sprinkles. They sold out incredibly fast, in spite of their robust price tag. It’s a lovely idea, and I’m tempted to try a DIY version sometime this summer.

• Walking out to my car last night, after a lovely meeting of our book group, I looked up at the sky and spotted the most delicate, pink sliver of a moon. The chickens were settling for the evening and the goats were waiting to be milked. I could hear the spring peepers singing their joyous song and I thought “This is all I really need. This moment. This inhale, this exhale.”

  May you find moments to celebrate the earth under your feet, the air we all breathe and the sky above, dearest readers.

  xo

easing

Our neighbors’ cattle have gotten out of their pasture three times now. The herd has ambled down the road and wandered into our yard, their hoof prints “aerating” our lawn. The bulls are feisty, the mamas are protective of their tiny ones and we do not have the animal husbandry skills/confidence to shoo them away. A call is made, and after a bit, someone comes down the road with a grain bucket to entice the beasts back home. Today we stopped to chat with our neighbor as he repaired his fencing once again. It’s rough trying to work a full-time job off the farm and maintain it at the same time. We are patient. But we hope he solves the mystery of how they are getting out before our veggie gardens go in. :-)

The wind and sunshine have dried out the muddy roads. Bluebirds are back, scouting out the boxes. Coltsfoot is blooming along the road ditches. Rhubarb crowns are poking up through the dirt. The spring bulbs are up. Vernal streams are gurgling all over our property, and boots are required in the boggy lawn. There is still snow under the trees, and on the north side of things. But the sunshine is warm on our faces and we went down to town this morning in fleece vests, unzipped. We are easing into spring up here in Vermont.

I’m reading The Creative Act: A Way of Being by Rick Rubin. It’s been recommended to me by several people, and so I bought a copy. Wow, wow, wow. It is wonderful.

Do you know of Merchant and Mills? I’ve got two of their patterns and I plan to sew a dress or two this spring, embracing my word “devotion”. Something just for me, from some lovely fabric that helps me feel like celebrating daily life. Something that makes me want to twirl. Because goodness, isn’t that what we need right now? Delight in the present moment?

THE DEPARTMENT OF HOPE…I appreciate all of your kind and gentle thoughts as I’ve been finding my way through a medical diagnosis. It’s a genetic disease and at the moment, I do not need treatment, but I will be carefully monitored from now on. Am I happy about this complication? No. But, gosh, given all the possibilities of where this could have gone…I am delighted! And I am EASING into a new future. Sobered a bit by reality, but inspired and refreshed and hopeful about my future. Because each and every day that we wake up is filled with possibility. (Are you tiring of my mantra, dearest readers?)

I’m headed to Detroit tomorrow to see family and when I come back I’m going to make a few lists of things to do this spring. A “to do list” and a “bucket list”. Chores and fun. Twirling and reading and planting and sewing and putting in screens and washing windows and loving and learning.

What would you put on your list, friends?

xo

seawall

sorry for the tilted horizon…

Gretta flew to Vermont on Wednesday. Gretta, Batman and I drove to Mt Desert Island on Friday for a weekend of celebration of the life for our beloved Franny, who died three days before Christmas.

Her memorial service was held on Saturday and the rest of our family attended via Zoom. It was a lovely send off to one of the brightest stars in my life. On the cover of the order of service were these words…

You only live once—But if you do it right, once is enough. (Joe E. Lewis)

The weekend was filled with laughter, with tears, with stories, with reunions, with food…so much delicious food. And we three managed to step out for a bit and make our way to Seawall, one of Franny’s favorite places. I cannot tell you how many tidal pools we poked around in over the years…the number of stitches we knit on that beach, how many picnics we had (lobster rolls, anyone?), how many wonderful conversations we had, how many times we laughed until our cheeks hurt…

It felt right to stand on the rocks, look out at the horizon and send my love for Franny out into the foggy, rainy ether. xo

Soon I’ll switch gears and get back to writing about stitching, reading and growing things. But sometimes it’s good to pause and take care of what is really important…matters of the heart.

xo

To read about the fascinating geology of Mt Desert Island, click here.