rainy days

Rainy days. Rainy days here.  There?

*I'm working to get the new website going still but for now the Etsy shop is open.

learn it all again tomorrow

the waters of march

The Waters of March

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone

It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun

The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush

The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all

It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain, It's the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone

A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
A shot of a gun in the dead of the night

A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
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The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud

A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail, oh, the promise of spring

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart (repeat)

A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night

A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow

The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay on the face, it's a loss, it's a find

A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, drip, drip, drop, the end of the day

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart (repeat)

,the end of the road,a little alone

A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

The waters of March,

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

lena's place here

and this:

not because i'm sad this christmas but because i used to listen to this song a lot in college.
x

i don't wanna know

song

brown bird

that's the time i love the best

angel olsen

tiniest seed via rachel.

x

my morning jacket

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my face to the soil my teeth to the sand

new things

and 

a song

x

natalia lafourcade

what i'm listening to today.

(here's a link if the embed doesn't work for you.  it ain't working for me)

one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

hmm..the video won't play for me here on the blog
so here's a link to follow if that's the case for you, too.

i'm your man

both sides now

something's lost and something's gained in living every day.

i can't go for that

it's gloomy and raining here today.  the garden is water-logged.  

the last image is a sample of the new scarf dye color which will be in the shop next week.

and here's a song for you:

x

liane

it's a big vegetable garden i'm working on this year.  we're eating a variety of greens almost every day right now.  there's also some space devoted to growing some dye plants.  i'm looking forward to having a diet filled with as much homegrown food as possible.

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and the highlight of my birthday weekend was seeing devendra banhart in boston on friday night at the wilbur theater.  it was so good.  rodrigo amarante opened for him and he was terrific.  we also happened to get tickets to see the avett brothers for saturday night and that was fun but it was a bigger venue and production and i gotta say that compared to a smaller avett show i went to a few years ago it was not as satisfying.  have you seen any live music lately?  got any recommendations or complaints?