Samhain Moon of the First Snow
Over to Conifer Mountain for a Christmas craft boutique at the Conifer High School. Bespoke soup kits, mountain honey, glass cutting boards with mountain scenes, pine cone wreaths and bowls cut from 2 year dead aspen. Bob, who made the bowls, says, “If you get the wood too soon, it’s all white. If it’s too old, it’s crumbly.” He has, he says, a garage full of aspen trunks neighbors have brought him. In another room Mountain Mama Knits, pottery of various sorts, crystals, Three Hands Traders with handmade leather books and 1790’s wooden portable writing desks, quill pens and powdered ink.
Kate’s on her way to the Episcopal Church for another one. Not me. One leg wobbling shopping event a day for me, thanks.
It’s in the very low 50’s/high 40’s today so the snow has begun to melt. The next few days will be good ones for fire mitigation work. The front has to be finished before the third week of November because the solar panels may go on then. Always Chipper, LLC, will chip our slash and cut down trees I can’t fell.
Feeling that weekend malaise setting in. A powerful urge to stop whatever seems intentional and watch TV. Maybe even go to a holiday craft show?
German safety goggles, knit hat and Honolua hoodie. The perfect fashion statement for Shadow Mountain lumberjacks.
