Be... Dream... Play...

stripey love...

stripey love

is a hynotic pull

that rules my tides

the full moon waxes outside my window

casting honeyed lunar light

on the lining up

of the white lines

with each visit to the beach

looking,

gathering,

arranging

a new wandering wave of light emerges

this

has been my balmy weather meditation

walking the shore

with a keen eye

watching

for rounded single white lines

smallish

smooth

graphic

bold

a white marble and dark slate sandwich

rolled and tossed

by the waters and winds

these linear dominoes are my treasures...

 

xox - eb.

 

blue tractor, cider donut...

oh glorious sunshiney day!

we wake to the crash,

growl and groan

of my farmer-boy Dad

at the wheel

of the blue tractor

set loose in our woods

clearing

sumac

grapevine

undergrowth

and other

vigorous wildlife

this is what Dad loves most

driving a tractor,

pulling a bush-hog

clearing the land

(see that 3/4 moon?)...

yes

there are cider donuts

and stripeys

all in a row

lining up the white lines

as the sun turns golden

this side of Lake Champlain...

 

xox - eb.

hound's-tooth and plaid...

my ever so fashionable Mom

is here - visiting from Nebraska

we do lunch

and doodle in the little book

we collaborate

and remember

things like Finch's Drug and soda fountain

in the Lodgepole NE of my childhood

where - at seven or eight

I would swing by the bank

where Grandpa worked

collect a quarter,

go a couple of doors down Main St.,

order up a cherry vanilla soda

and peruse the comics

in the rotating verticle racks...

 

xox - eb.

 

 

apple pie, passing light...

here

in the northeast

it is apple season

the apples are big

and the trees bend with an ample harvest

I have been picking jonathans and honey crisps

the jonathans become pies

the honey crisps waltz

with gruyere cheese and wine

while I play

with my new little book

today

the sky is blue

light passes over the water

shimmering...

 

xox - eb.

 

lactarius indigo and the little books...

I am back home

after my September retreat at the lake house

so wonderful to indulge

in reading, writing and soaking up the sunshine

since there is no internet there - I am now catching up

thank you everyone for

checking in

and continuing to follow my infrequent postings

I am back in my cyber saddle...

so,

sometime in September

my friend Martha took me mushroom gathering

she had found a batch of blue ones in her woods

this got me out

roaming the woods, collecting

the blue ones are called lactarius indigo

there is such incredible variety

red buttons, egg yolk yellow, white meringue, chocolate ruffles...

also,

thank you for inquiring about my little journal books

yes they are for sale

and there are a few left

you can scroll down for more info

shoot me an e-mail if you are interested...

 

xox - eb.