Bud Where He Shouldn’t Be

Bud, loves to eat things he shouldn’t.

Just yesterday he was laid up all morning, with an upset stomach.  So we try to keep him away from the things and places that smell really good to him, but really aren’t good for him at all.

One of the places he likes to spend a lot of time is behind my studio. It’s where the cats poop and is home to at least one woodchuck.  I’m not sure what else goes on back there.

So a while ago I put up a two foot high chicken wire fence.  After that I would watch Bud stand in front of the fence, patiently watching what was going on behind it.  It seemed to do the job of keeping him out.

Until a few days ago when I called him and saw him come running from behind my studio and jump over the chickenwire fence.

That’s when I put up the bright orange snow fence.  I thought he would see it as a barricade, something that he couldn’t get past.

It only took a few days for Bud to realize the snow fence was only stapled onto the side of my studio and tied along the top with a string.

If he ever took it seriously as a barricade, he must have forgotten all about it when he saw  or smelled something more enticing on the other side of it and, instinct taking over,  just jumped into it.   The fence  ripped off the side of my studio and Bud was back in.

Now it’s my turn again.

This weekend I’ll put up a three or four foot tall chicken wire fence, and cross my fingers…


Spring Time Quilt #1

Ellens first springtime quilt.

I finished designing Ellen’s first Springtime quilt this afternoon.  It has a mix of old and new fabric.  A hand embroidered linen, and apron.  Sari fabric from India, (some that I brought back)  a hankie and some vintage fabric.

I’m still waiting to get the wool batting from St Pete’s Mill, in Minnesota. It usually takes about 2-3 weeks, although the woman I ordered it from said she’d try to hurry it up for me.  So I’ll design both quilts first,  then have them and the backings ready when the batting arrives.

The Bedlam Farm Canada Goose Couple….

The water on the farm rose overnight once again flooding the pasture and covering the Gulley Bridge.

And our Canada Goose Couple were behind the fence instead of in the pond as usual.

I heard the goose sounding the alarm, but it took a moment to find him in the camouflage of tall grasses by the stream.  Maybe he’s warming his mate that we were in the area.

A few days ago I watched the goose couple chase a single Canada Goose out of the pasture where last year I saw them with their babies.

I think their nest may be somewhere in those grasses.   Far from the activity of Bedlam Farm.  Especially of Bud, who like to chase them.

My Hair Won’t Leave Me Alone

I’m thinking of the snake skin I found in the wood pile yesterday.

If that snake is still alive, it’s hibernating right now.  But how good it must have felt to sluff off that old skin.  To wriggle and push and climb out of its old self, and emerge soft and naked and new.

Then leave the drying skin behind, not giving it a second thought, in the woodpile.

I can’t get far enough away from myself today.

The feel of my clothes touching my body is confining.  My hair won’t leave me alone.

I want to shave it all off.

I want to crawl out of my skin.

I run, instead of walking, through the snow hoping to leave myself behind.

I wonder how  whatever is inside of me, making me clench my jaw and hold my hands in tight little fists, will find its way out.

Still I go to work.  Piecing bits of fabric together so even I am fooled into thinking the person who chose these colors and patterns must have been happy, maybe even joyous.

So there’s  hope.  If I can create such delight, it must still be somewhere inside of me.

I’ve been though this enough times to know that tomorrow, maybe even later tonight, it will be better. I will feel different.

But until then, I bite off the nail from my index finger, trying to get down to the bone.


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