Mar. 17 This morning it was thawing once again. Although it was still only minus five the sun was hot and the snow was sliding off the roof in a big curl. Just after I took this picture the snow wave came crashing down. Fig went out for a lengthy explore…
Author: mumma yaga
210311 Morning notes.
Mar. 11 What a grey and snow-blown winter we have had! A week ago snow devils were blowing across the meadow like the spirit of Tash through the Narnian forest, sentient, and purposeful. “In the shadow of the trees on the far side of the clearing something was moving. It was gliding very slowly…
210309 Sea Change (Writings revisited, from 2006060 and 200911)
Mar. 9 Each small voice adds to the murmur of the river: It is almost a year since the World Health Organization declared the Covid-19 epidemic a Pandemic. I want to revisit some thoughts from June and September, 2020. We have had our eyes open for almost a year now and so many things…
210305 Covid day 360 Change is Now
Mar. 4 This sign was posted at the medical clinic that I go to, on March 4 last year. Looking back at February 2020, I can’t remember what I was thinking then about the new virus. I was busy with grandchildren and my ailing mother-in-law. But on the 4th of March I saw that a…
210301 First thaw
Mar. 1 Last night, the moon just past full. We will be calling this the first thaw. Water has been dripping all night: tonight it is going down to minus 17. Outside, the morning smells like Japan. (We arrived in Japan on March 4, 1983, the first day of our trip.) March 1st.: is today…
210226 Parenting Covid Children
Feb. 26 Covid Day 353 This is a pandemic. “No one said it would be easy. No one said it’d be this hard.” * It is harder for us grown-ups than for the children perhaps. A child takes life as it comes. It is what it is. Consider…
210224 Snowshoes and a Breaking Stone.
Feb. 24 What do you make of this sky? It is 0 degrees this morning and the sun shines between the passing clouds. The snow is melting ahead of the icicles. Last year the snowdrops were blooming on March 15, and here is Indre at the beach on March 14, three years ago. She takes…
210220 Mumma being domestic.
Today I love turning onto the road that leads to our little cul de sac; it is not sanded, so the road itself is white. A road paved with snow, it seems enchanted. How is it that I can look at snow day after day and feel like I’m seeing it for the first time,…
210216 Friperie
Feb. 16 I found this most charming “gypsy” ceramic at the St. Cajetan Church Flea Market in Mansonville, which is open Saturdays during the summer, (covid protocols in place summer of 2020). It is 19th century Staffordshire, (my main collection), obscure, and not a beautiful piece perhaps; still, Staffordshire and of great interest to me,…
210215 # 2 Covid Day 342 / Winter Days and Dogs
feb. 15 The morning sun. A rainbow cloud in the valley. Covid day 342: This is counting the days since the World Health Organization declared Covid-19 a pandemic. When these days were running into the 50s and 60s it was foolish of me to think it would end soon. 342 days is a more…