I now realize a truth about maintaining a blog. You can’t let the bloody thing go too long with out creating a new post. Events which seemed fresh and interesting one day and you think Oh, I must write about that and in your mind you do write it and revise it, adding here, subtracting there, become very flat very quickly. So you sit down to write and then think Oh, I can’t be bothered to go through all that again! I am already sick and tired of that story.
As the season has progressed from soft autumn to harsh winter ,which although we missed the great snows that swept into New York State south of Buffalo, the next storm though amply forecast caught us unprepared so that our Thanksgiving feast, uninspired spaghetti and a sliced avocado, was eaten sullenly by the light of three icy-white LED flashlights. It was our own fault, we didn’t have to be there, we were to have drinks and dinner with a good friend in Shelburne Falls but by dark I had already slid into a slough of despair and self-pity. Land lines and cell phones had both failed us but not our wonderful Tempwood stove which kept us warm nor our cook stove which works fine with a match.
The next day we did go into the Falls
Along the reservoir in Whately from Catamount Hill
the West Branch of the North River
Elli Fenris
Maggie in her mohair coat from last year Our first customers at Crafts of Colrain
Hartsbrook Waldorf School’s Holiday Fair
