ethaisa

It's been a pretty busy week, one of those where everything blurs together and you're left wondering what day it is. I finally got some garden work done on the weekend before the rains came, and hopefully if it continues to dry out, I can get out there tomorrow, too. I don't think we have nearly as many leaves to deal with as we usually due, thanks to all the high winds. (Of course, the neighbours' Norway maple *still* hasn't completely dropped, so that may change. I'm not tackling the gutters until then.)

But today I'm doing something really cool, admist laundry and house work and books sorting -- I'm airing out my wolfskin rug! Yes, real wolf skins. It's old -- maybe 50 years or more, but still in wonderful condition - pliant and a lovely creamy colour. A dear, dear friend found it among her father's possessions (he was a trapper, though mostly small critters, like beavers and such) and offered it to me. It's been put together with great care and tiny stitches. Considering that I drew the wolf as "my" animal this Samhain, I'm taking this as a sign. I am looking forward my explorations.