this summer i might have drowned

even the unsuccessful polaroids have something to offer.

as for me, i had a great evening saturday hosting, with my friend and neighbor courtney, an outdoor potluck around a fire.  

and i've been able to watch the deer in the back field most days.  and i walked down the road today and collected 4 enormous baskets of black walnuts for dyeing.  and it's getting chilly here but this summer i went swimming, this summer i might have drowned, but i held my breath and i kicked my feet and i moved my arms around.

love,

liane

PS- there's one stinking really good item left in my shop still.  sheesh!  i'd love to see these swiss cross lanterns find a new home so they are 60% off with the coupon code TAKE60.  insanity.  HERE

from across the pond

my daughter olivia considered burlington, vermont her hometown for a long time.  we moved there when she was 2 and moved away when she was 5.  to feel it is where she comes from, i imagine what significance that place and that time hold for her.  i guess at some of the reasons but i can't ever know the feeling she has for it in her heart.  in other words, i cannot be her, can't feel her feelings.

motherhood is strange that way, being so linked but separate.

this picture has nothing to do with burlington, really, but i just received a one line email from my best friend back then.  she wrote that she thinks i'm brave.  it makes me cry with gratitude to get a message like that from her.  because she knows me.  and because i know that it's true.  i am brave.  and it feels really good to know something like this about yourself.  if you can know beautiful things about the people you love you damn well be able to know beautiful things about yourself.  it's as if knowing it makes me able to really live life.  

i took this picture the other day at a pond i've been going to since i was little girl.  

reading becky's email just now made me think of olivia.  she is so full of courage you can feel it from miles away.  or from across this little pond in our hometown.

older than bees

polaroid

...

OLDER THAN BEES

the magnolia is ancient

older than bees

which buzz at night

not the bees 

but my memory of the bees

with soft edges without light

the bees disappear at night

without strength without fight

the magnolia is ancient

only with forgiveness, only light

...

(i think i'm still working on this one.) 

 can you guess which words i was given to use for this poem?

...

commissioned curtain panel in progress,

and complete:

and i found a pretty cool macrame book at the dump yesterday:

have a good weekend, my friends.

x

polaroid

i was gifted a vintage sun 600 polaroid camera recently.

it's not quite cooperating though the images are still interesting.