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the crossroads of art and life
Late Summer Foraging
Are you a forager? In spring I dig up ramps and cut fiddleheads. I love to find raspberries, blackberries and untended apple trees. But other than morels, which I can identify well, I'm a little timid to collect and eat...
Abandoned
I drive by this alpine meadow near my house most days and see a shingled roof up there through the trees. I've been so curious about this cabin since glimpsing it for the first time last year. So a few weeks ago I was traveling past mid-morning on a weekday and I had...
Nöel
Holiday Greetings from our hilltop valley. It is unseasonably warm, and when we walked this morning it felt like spring garden planting weather, not the season of candlelight, bayberry scent and eggnog by the fire. The woodland is so lush and green with moss and ferns...
Gudrun Friends Journal
A few weeks ago I was invited to journal for a week as a friend of Gudrun Sjoden, the Swedish designer whose art, home and clothing lines epitomize everything I love about design. Her art is infused with color, pattern, whimsy, beauty, ethnicity and a nod toward...
Walking Your Hen. Vermont. Paris.
Tori and her chicken Wanda, Marguerite and her Parisian chicken
A Farewell of Sorts
It's been nearly a year since I've written. As the months yawned on since last June, I couldn't think how to synthesize what I wanted to say. So the long and short of it, is that we are moving on from our little house on the hill. Not without some reluctance, but also...
Marie-Elaine Cusson
Marie-Elaine Cusson lives on a street just off the bustle of Sherbrooke in Westmount, Montreal. The quiet of her upstairs rooms belies the action just around the corner. But the quiet is mostly in the late night hours when her family is sleeping. Then she and her dog,...
Lightness, Whiteness
I feel well familiar with whiteness right now. Our landscape remains monochrome, blanketed with snow. But I leave for London tomorrow where the grass is green and the air is mild. Mild never sounded so good. I've been remiss in writing about an afternoon I spent with...
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