Red Dirt Farm and Studio

It is a cold frosty morning, the grass crunches under my feet.  Blue Jay’s are screaming loudly and insistently.  Don’t they always?  That Cat is stalking something with deep concentration.  Eyes laser-focused on his subject.

 

Then I get that look of total disdain, “really Mom you’re going to take my photo now?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This hawk came two days in a row.  It sat quietly up in the same tree.  Surveying the kingdom below and making plans for what?  Only he knows.

We have had the most lovely warm and sunny weather for January.  I have taken lots of long walks in the forest and breathed in the fresh air and listened to the sounds all around me.  I have carried Amber Ale chick outside each day and sat guard over her while she dust bathed and sunbathed and ate nibbles of grass.

 

 

 

 

I discovered that the roof on little halfmoon cottage is leaking and must be replaced.  I store my mother’s collection of fabric in this building.  Mr. Red Dirt has covered it with a tarp until we can make repairs.  The many years’ accumulation of moss on the shingles has caused a bit of decay.  I romanticized how lovely and mystical that moss looked on the roof.  Then the reality came to me, in an unpleasant awakening.  In the back of my mind, I have a plan for this building.

Let me dream about it a bit longer.

 

My handmade clay spirit charms have been packed up and taken to a local gift shop for purchase.  I said a blessing over them, hoping that each one will find the right soul to inspire.

 

 

Mr. Red Dirt smoked a pork loin today. I made a dry rub and coated it with that.  I have rotkohl simmering on the stove and baked beans in the oven.  It will be a delicious feast.

Today it is cold and rainy and a bit of sleet and snow fell too.

This vintage Remington typewriter has made it’s way to our home.

  My muse for future writing.

When I was a young girl my father wrote a book.  At night he worked on typing his book. I could hear him down the hall pecking away at the keys.  I would fall asleep to that sound.  I wonder if he still has that typewriter.  It is a special memory.  While I was too young to understand what he was writing about, I knew that it was something very important to him and therefore by virtue, it must be a good thing.

My heart feels worried about the week coming up.  I pray for peace and safety for all.

 

Peace, Love, and Nature

xo, Kim