Jackson, my dear heart and best bud
Some of the pile of finished woven pieces--
Afternoon coffee and cookie in Lower Village--
Early fog--winter morning at Gooch's Beach
Some homespun, calling out to the loom/needles, "I'm here!"
Cascade Brook, so unexpected--
Evening light doesn't quite hide the wrinkles does it?
Here it comes, the season.
I admit it, I'll be happy when the 'season' is past and the days begin to lengthen.
Who could resist such a face?
Today we walked in the woods for 2 and half hours, way in toward the Trolley museum. The day was cold, in the 20's but I peeled down to just my aran sweater, tied my jacket, mittens and hat, took some videos and emailed them hither and thither. Such pure joy!