words and photos from the mountain
have you ever seen a waterfall buttercup?
the death of a sweet gander by bear, and a burial.
I’m watching my favorite seaon roll in-
march feels perfectly wild
rain and roaring thunderheads-
the birds sing
Waterfall buttercups on the moss above the river
Spring coming with the snow
Snowfriends in the morning
Dark bellied clouds and plum blossom perfume.
The colors of my childhood home.
is it spring? does this mean it’s spring?
Our own kind of badass
I have a very kid friendly home-
This makes having kids a lot more fun.
Crayons paper homemade play dough books pillows chalk blocks
Just about everything in my home is thrifted or gifted. ( which rocks and we are very blessed.)
“I’m gonna read little house in the big woods… it was my favorite when i was baby…-sprig
I’ve been so high on the compost dream–
I have the crocus and the little Persephone painting the Hyacinth.
I know and i feel that there so much suffering in the world
Even still,
Let me sing and let my heart fill at the beauty
Of being, like a small bird’s song at dawn
Absolutely wild
Mornings in the forest finding mushrooms like easter eggs
Lavender cortinarius and coral pink russula.
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Extreme
Existential & ecological grief is real.
Strike strike strike
Boycott boycott
Mend make bake recycle connect
Gather Trade
Compost
Parasitic corporations
The people say NO
(Shop small! Shop women owned!)
“In our every deliberation,
We must consider the impact on our 7th
Generation”
the Iroquois .
We the people, for the people.
We, the power.
We will never stop building a kinder world.
honoring This passed mystical Pisces season… on the spring equinox.
I saw frozen dew melt into aquamarine diamonds on the fence, catching the new morning light
Lavender cortinarius and coral pink russula
delight
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Little girl in a homemade cape pulls sorel and leaves mushrooms at stumps for faeries and gnomes
She calls me mommy gnome
See the glittering galaxy on the salamander —
Sprig on ballerina toes,
Dancing with her daddy while Simon and garfunkle play/ with the moon glowing over the house
(Thank you Carrie for mailing sprig all of Lucy’s outgrown cute clothes! You keep her looking dashing — huge appreciation)
✌🏼 from the place known as Northern California
grief , and delight-
tears of joy and heart ache
a burning fire on a cold spring morning, coated in snow-
crocus and hyacninth/
my little buttercups, raised on home bread and good yellow better
i feel sad about a lot of things.
grief.
and yet,
delight.
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