went to see my friend jessica yesterday up in edgecomb...she lives in the cutest little house. very charming. we went out for lunch and shopped around like ladies of leisure. it was nice to have a day off to pal around with my friend.
meet oliver and mazie mae.
oliver loves my knitting, snuggling, running around like a crazy little man. so far he is silent...only chirps and squeeks and a semi-hissing sound (made at allen).
mazie mae was the runt of the litter and she is very active, curious, also very snuggly, and incredibly tiny.
there have still been many tears for my mabel, even with these little guys running around, but it definitely is adding some cheerfulness to our house.
Posted by madder at 7:52 AM
it's so nice outside today i thought i'd take my lunch break on the deck with allen. poor guy needs me to pluck the rest of his winter wool...he looks like he has a giant behind (which i find to be so cute - i'd like to leave him as is).
Posted by madder at 12:01 PM
there has been quite a bit going on here...
our tiny house seemed a touch bigger when toddie took down the dividing wall (between our bedroom and the living room). he has since rebuilt it - yeah, for stronger support holding our house up! he also has been working on installing wood panels to beautify the ceiling. i think it will look really great. can't wait.
Posted by madder at 7:30 AM
mabel is the fog. the last two mornings i've woken up to this amazingly beautiful dense fog that surrounds our home, our land. after reading the poem leigh pea shared i know this is true.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
(T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock)
i watched the fog roll in the evening after she shared this and as i walked down to greet mabel in her place under the great oak tree, the birds lingered especially close to me on branches. i looked up into the misty sky and saw 5 Herons flying, then heard and saw 2 ducks passing. Mabel is in my air, i can feel her little furry wildness dancing in delight. this oak tree has always been a symbol of our homestead. i think it has been growing for years and years for this special purpose...it was going to take something this enormous to house my wild soul, mabel.
ps...thank you everyone for your kindness and support.
Posted by madder at 7:11 AM