Whether it is global warming or the fates of nature, but I feel as though we haven’t had a decent snow day in a couple of years. To have a dump of snow that was not too wet nor too dry and a day off of school with my son was delightful. We have made many attempts to build an igloo in the past with no success. This year was different. The boy was finally big enough to be of great help in stacking those little bricks! The scrappy little mutt however, was determined to dig his own private entrance.
Once complete, (many hours later and much darker and colder) the boy was determined to read in the igloo before bed. Seemed like a cool idea, curling up with flashlights in the frozen tundra and reading, but there were two flaws in our plan. One being that very quickly our hot wet sweaty bodies cooled down. My butt froze in mere minutes. The second problem, in his excitement for the snow the boy never brushed his teeth.
Trapped snuggled so tightly inside with dragon breath, I could not resist the gag reflexes. Yuck!
Even the chickens came out to play!
Happy new year from little Northampton Ma. first night.
Hey, it’s warm in there! I smell food! Hey Mort, check this out!
Mmmm! I want in on that action.
So, here’s the plan……
Shuffling about in my cozy pajamas while I bake, oh so aromatic, garlic sourdough, the guilt is almost overwhelming. My poor girls are not so sure they like this cold white stuff. They certainly are protesting though, the nesting boxes are sparse.
My sons advent calendar. 24 felted balls stuffed with little goodies.
Where have I been? While I have been ignoring my own post, I assure you I am diligently reading others. (getting a foot bath from my dog)
Yes he is ugly! But his personality makes him cute.
It seems as though the moment my art classes in the hayloft were over I stopped writing. Rest assured, thing are still happening. Pipes are in for a wood stove (classes all year!:)) but I am stuck on the hearth. Since it is an old stove the building inspector is being a stickler. Rightfully so, but still.
I fall into wreath and crafts mode at this time of year. Extra$$.
Felted surprise balls for stocking. Visit my shop at etsy
Hayloft is hoping to have classes over vacation week with our new wood stove to keep us cozy. Stay tuned!
Ugly dog just farted and sniffed his butt in confusion and delight.
Tuesday, Hayloft had it’s last summer class. Details was an intensive drawing class for ages 12 and up. We found inspirational objects from the Hayloft nature lab and studied the minute details and patterns. Then we proceeded to blow up the scale, fool with composition, line, shading, and a bit of color theory. The end results; a long day of super focused students (4-5 solid hours of drawing!), beautiful work, and a good hour unstructured studio fun ( we made scratch boards and of course a bit of felting).
Another break for family time. Camping, ocean city, fresh air kid, and bunnies in the garden. Not to mention a bit of my own time in the studio. Working out the logistics of puppet making in the studio to better understand how to structure an intensive puppet class for teens creating a show that creates a voice for their views on social justice.
View from the studio!
Such sweet and charming girls my chickens are. Each with their own personality; the escape artist, the hawk, little red, broody, and we mustn’t forget our little bantam rooster amongst a flock of big girls, Napoleon. They kindly share their varied and often humorous eggs with me, eat the nasty bugs, weed our gardens an fertilize the lawn. I was nearly appalled to witness the savagery they were instinctually capable of. I keep many logs and boards in their chicken yard for a couple of reasons. They like to perch on them and bugs love to gather in them and especially under them. So I periodically flip them around to expose the bugs and it’s a riotous clucking feeding frenzy. Well, I did just that recently and exposed a little field mouse with four or five little sucklings attached to her belly. Before I had the chance to register what I saw the mayhem broke loose. Mamma mouse frantically runs for cover, being pulled this way and that as the savage beasts I call my sweet girls were ripping the sucklings from her teats. A cacophony of clucking and squawking mingled with tiny little squeals of terror overwhelmed the chicken yard. The girls were running chaotically about attacking one another to get at the tasty little morsels. As I said, I was nearly appalled. It was a a grotesque moment of natures beauty and sickened as I was for the mice, I was equally mesmerized by the raw brutality of survival instincts in action. I stealthily slipped out of the yard and let my sweet girls sort this one out without the interference of stupid human emotions.
A week away from the HayLoft. Camping with my family for a week. Much needed as my poor son was moist of the eyes during one of my classes. A definite adjustment for him having me home thru the summer but unable to focus entirely on him. Work until recently was always away from home. I guess that is an easier concept of “going to work” to understand. Interestingly enough I haven’t seen hyde nor hair of him since we hit the campground. Have bicycle, be free! Besides, whenever I’m around I am a nag, nag, nag. And yet if I am home
I best not focus on the other kids or evil jealousy monster will creep up. What is a poor ole ma to do? Any who, I thought I’d post up some pics of the nature lab I am creating in the studio for student use and inspiration.
Berries, berries, berries. On the counter, in the fridge, in the freezer, on my waffles, in the muffins, in my smoothies, with whipped cream, over ice cream, in my seltzer and yet there are still more to be picked! It is heavenly and while I generally appreciate the purposes of the little creepy crawly creatures we co-habitate with, I do wish that Pandora had not let the fruit fly out of the box! I’m sure most people know of the simple fruit fly trap but for those who don’t this little trick makes berry season tiny bit more blissful.
Simply role one of the perfectly good pieces of paper that your child has scribbled a dozen minuscule garbled letters on ( a very important code for dragon wizard something or other) into a cone with a little hole at the end the size of a pencil tip. Tape it, staple it, whatever. Drop a couple berries( fruit flies prefer rotten bits) into a mason jar and put the cone on top. The flies go down into the cone and can’t get back up through the tine hole at the end. It’s a beautiful thing. Just be sure where the cone meets the jar top is securely sealed and for heavens sake don’t bump it over! My son has knocked it a few times and ick! A cloud of fat drunken fruit flies.