Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Switzerland


Casa Camuzzi
Montagnola, Switzerland

. . . where Herman Hesse lived, wrote and painted in the latter part of his life.  Part of the house is now a museum in his honor.  He is buried in the churchyard of nearby St. Abbondio.

During the year that I wrote The Unfinished Angel, my husband and I lived in Montagnola and every day I walked along the path beside Casa Camuzzi. . . 

near the house in which we lived


overlooking this valley.

Ah, Svizzera!





Friday, February 6, 2015

Snowy Snow, Mainey Maine


And so it goes
the snowy snow
of this Mainey Maine 
winter


Another world
this quiet white coated world


Swirly drifts
and startling sun bright
. . .



. . . but there is work to be done
to clear a path
from here to there
and there to here



xx

Sunday, January 25, 2015

White Pasture (with a nod to Robert Frost)


I'm going out to brush the snow away


I shan't be gone long

You come, too.

mm?

xx

Friday, January 16, 2015

Cow Cookies


Since we are all-things-cow lately
we made a batch of
gingerbread cow cookies:

the Belted Galloway sort
(the reddish ones, not the black and white Belties.)

Yum

xx



Sunday, January 4, 2015

Newborn Calf


One of the surprises
and joys
of our move to Maine
has been 
the introduction to cows
(Belted Galloways)
through our granddaughter
and 4-H.

Today, a calf was born:


Newborn examination


Weighing

You probably won't be surprised
to learn that my next book
may have some 
cows
in it.

xx

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Belties


Away in a manger
two Belties*
ate hay 
. . .


*These are Belted Galloways, otherwise known as Belties, or as Oreo Cows.
They live locally
and we love them.

xx

Monday, December 8, 2014

Snowbirch


This:
to stop you in your tracks
and 
remind you of:



Birches

by Robert Frost

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay
As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. . . 

(partial poem. . .)