Winter in Maine

Yes, it's cold in Maine

but

people know how to 

take advantage of winter.

Dressed in layers

they celebrate the ice

the blue sky

and

ice skating

beside the harbor.

This is Saturday

at the library

in Camden, Maine.

xx

The Well

My grandparents lived without indoor plumbing

and raised eight children.

I was afraid of the well

because one of my cousins

threatened to push me into it

down into that deep black water

but I was also drawn to the well

to the novelty of it

and begged to fetch the water.

When I now use the phrase

refilling the well

to describe breaks between books

and the gathering of new inspiration,

in my mind I see

that well, above,

deep and dark and full.

xx

Grandpa

Grandpa Creech

Love that hat

those boots

that familiar pose

I have his bones

xx

Pie

Pie!

Have recent new craving for

pie:

cherry

pecan

pumpkin

apple

lemon meringue

ohhhhhh mannnn

pie!

You have favorites?

xx

       

Between Books

When you finish writing a book

you might feel as bare as that tree above

and you need to stand there a while

and soak up that white snow

that blue ocean

that blue sky

that crisp air

until you're ready

to come to life

again

xx

Cows

Our granddaughter loves cows

and we love being able to see her with cows.

The black and white ones are 

Belted Galloways

also known as Oreo cows.

One odd thing we discovered is that 

the two cows she is touching, above,

share names with two of my characters:

Zinnie (at left, as in Chasing Redbird)

and Zola (at right, as in The Unfinished Angel.)

Heh.

xx