Showing posts with label Margaret Gregg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Margaret Gregg. Show all posts

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Snow on our Mountain


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Snow


My son texted me earlier today to ask if we had gotten snow. Once the temperature got a bit warmer than 12 degrees, I laced up my snow boots.



                                 
                                   I enjoyed the shadows from the trees falling into the snow.



    We have a nice collection of garden art. This little girl is about the size of a two year old. She                      usually greets me as I walk into the greenhouse.



                               My favorite stone which sits in the forest nestled among the ferns.



                                       A little bit of green coming up through the snow.



            Ray's sunburst design rising above the mountains nestled in front of the evergreens.



  A sculpture created for us by Margaret Gregg to represent each member of our family. It moves.





                                                               Snow on the branches



As I walked to the bottom of our property, I was fascinated with all the animal foot prints.


                                                           The phoenix rising above the snow.




Thursday, April 26, 2012

In a Moment

Yesterday was my day to be in the shop for Artisans of the Gap. The shop is the yellow building with Fiona's sign hanging located on 419 Wood Avenue or Main Street Big Stone Gap. I had been creating a new necklace with jasper, lapis, glass, copper wire, and copper washers when I got up to walk around. I stood behind the glass case in the front of the shop looking out the front window.
A person was getting ready to cross the street. I could not tell if it was a man or a woman. However, I will used she to describe what happened next. She stopped. Dropped a bag. Grabbed hold of her head with both of her hands wincing in pain. She immediately dropped to the ground. A man walking on the sidewalk stopped. A black SUV driving by stopped, a woman got out with her cell phone. I was spell bound. Onlookers began coming around, cars stopping. Then the police came in an unmarked vehicle. He took the woman's vital signs.
A rescue squad vehicle came with flashing lights. The people who were there left but new people continued to stop and were sent on their way. A policeman came in a Big Stone Gap police car with flashing lights blocking the street and view of the woman lying between sidewalk and street. He began directing traffic.
The EMT placed the woman into a white bag. She was placed into the vehicle. There were no flashing lights when the rescue squad car left. The two police cars pulled away. Traffic continued in four directions.
In the time it had taken me to eat a chip, the woman dropped to the ground. I can only assume she died.

Wednesday morning, I shared stories with the kindergarten class at Norton Elementary School and told a story and did the butterfly hand story. A bear has been videotaped going through the garbage at the school The children are told to be careful when they go outside on the school grounds. Earlier in the week, a bear left a paw print on a car across the road from where I live.

You never know what can happen in a moment. Hold it close and dear.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Earth Day

In honor of Earth Day, I played All Things Bright and Beautiful on the organ at our Little Red Episcopal Church. It has been a cold, rainy, cloudy day here in the mountains.
The photo is of a small garden right in front of the studio. The black sculpture was created by Margaret Gregg.
In honor of today and in celebration of our precious mother earth I revised a poem I had written as an outline for a story.
Bored with the rain
She tosses seeds
Wind catches them
Creating gardens
She sits among the flowers
Sun streams  creating summer
She glides
Her long gown touching earth
Colors fly
Wind catches the colors
Creating autumn
She becomes delighted with all she has created
Dancing
Twirling in a silk gown of the brightest autumn colors
Wind furious
She dare acknowledge autumn
as Her supreme season
Wind erupts
Creating winter
Hurling her crown into the snow.

She replies:
I am queen of all I see.
I am queen of the stars, moon, and the sea.
I am queen of me.