Another light snow for several hours this morning......now it's clear and cold.

Last night I made farro with butter, shallots and shitake mushrooms.  Comfort food, with a good glass of carmenere.  But, I admit to thinking about spring.....and so this is my nod to longer days and warmer afternoons:  A french Bee Skep with old plaster daub over a handwoven rush base.  It will come down from the attic soon.......

I had a few extra minutes today when I went into town.....

It was grey and overcast; not a day I would expect some of the summer dealers to be open.  But low and behold, there was an old standby shop with its open flag waving.  I went in and found the most perfect thing to post when the weather has finally changed towards spring....somewhat uncharacteristic, but it had bugs, and spiders on it, so if you keep checking, I will post it soon!  In the mean time, here are two things I found this winter.  One is a piece of wood that washed up on a friend's beachfront, the other I found this past summer at a show....and the silver finial, I thought looked like a silver dipped sedum pod.

I don't know why, but when it snows I feel like writing something....

Today is no exception.  I never get tired of it.  Whitehead Island is obscured, there's a shrimp trawler going by and a lone, white, lobster buoy bobbing haphazardly in the waves.  Last week, on a sunny afternoon, I went up to my friend Ross's attic.  Not only is he my favorite antique dealer in Maine, but he makes things when noone is in the shop.  Here's a little view into his studio........

Staring out my window, it would almost appear that it's spring except....

The snow that's lining the edge of one of the outer islands, a small, white band.  My first post, and accompanying image taken when it was in the single digits.  I will be updating with things I've found and that will be listed for sale soon. 

These are a pair of hand forged, late 19th, early 20th century ice tongs.  I love them in the snow, but they are so sculptural and would be wonderful standing against a white wall.