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Les Poissons Les Poissons

September 15, 2009 by The Noisy Plume

A gentle drizzle.

An overcast sky.

Dressed in Gore-Tex and pink rubber boots.

The hugest fish I’ve ever had on sat still in the depths, steeled himself against the bite of my fly as I set it deep in his lip, shook his head once, snapped my line and stole my best streamer.

The glide of my canoe through water and the feel of a paddle in my hands.

Being with my man.

Driving home in the dark, following RW’s truck tail lights across the Fort Hall Reservation.

Satiating our appetites with BLT sandwiches at our tall farm table in our cozy kitchen.

A hot bath.

A priceless evening.

Filed Under: fishing, idaho, pocatello, portneuf river

Distractions

September 14, 2009 by The Noisy Plume

There are more distractions at Plume Gables, Pocatello, Idaho than I can count with both my hands. The biggest of them all is the studio cat.

Mister Pinkerton is always in the way.

The cows eat him for hay.

Mother eats him in her sleep, she thinks she’s eating shredded wheat.

He’s always in the way.

The good news is that studio cat did not prevent me from making these on Friday, despite his greatest attempts at redirecting my already meandering mind and begging for a wedge of tuna:

[druzy agates, faceted carnelian & sterling silver]

I spent my weekend climbing with dear old Sue in the Pocatello Pump. It was good fun, my arms are sore and I did a heap of climbing which is very good for me, indeed. Additionally, RW arrived home last night after a long roll to Utah (17 days on that ridiculous fire), FINALLY. I almost forgot what he looks like but now I remember. Sigh. Currently, there’s a prevailing sense that life is very good. September marks a serious drop in temperature in the evenings in these beauteous little foothills and it’s nice to feel cozy in my bed at night instead of too warm for comfort!

Hope your weekend was downright nifty!

I’m off to stock the Etsy shop with some tidbits,

I’ll see you there.

Love and cozy sweaters,

PLUME

Filed Under: idaho, New Jewelry, pinkerton, pocatello

In The Dream

September 10, 2009 by The Noisy Plume

Last night I slept soundly and deeply.

My eyes closed, locked in a fit of flutter; I dreamed.

My body light.

My mind at ease.

I found myself in the hills above my spring fed creek.

The grass rattled; my bones shivered in cool evening air.

Feet above earth

mind over heart.

I realized the dream

the moments stretched into hours of lucidity

I unfurled my arms and flew.

I claimed the reverie tight, between my lips.

I dressed in the moment, wore it light, around my hips.

Blond hills rose up in tender waves

washed me through levels of grief

cured my bruises and wounds

edified me

released me from self doubt.

The cheat grass knew my name.

Undulating color brushed over the dimness of my eyes:

I held on.

I held on

to that scrap of fabric, crisscrossed with stitches, busy with unfolding the corners of my core.

And the softness of dawn

dawned on my dream.

And I knew to:

Let go.

Let go

of the space of the in between.

My purpose redeemed.

My body revived.

My wandering felt complete, necessary,

less lost and ripe with potential.

This morning, the world seems to gleam

after I haunted the space of the in between.

Filed Under: dreams, idaho, lucidity, pocatello

My weekend in photos:

September 8, 2009 by The Noisy Plume

Hello pipsqueaks!

Hope your weekend was pleasant. I heard from some of you in Finland, Saskatoon, Austria and a few glad hollows in the USA over the weekend and the news sounds similar here and there: A lovely weekend, fine weather indeed, cool nights and busy fingers with knitting and stitching and so forth. I also heard it through the grapevine that there’s been a jam, jelly and canning revolution. I won’t pretend to be the Pied Piper when it comes to the revival of domestic arts but I’m proud of every lady who did a bit of canning this week past! Way to put up some tasty goods for the winter ahead!

I spent the weekend tending my neglected yard as well as clipping grapes!

The first batch of concords is cut and the scent of purple is wafting out of the kitchen as I type this. I’m tempted to do a quick batch of jelly though it’s 11:11PM here (make a wish)…it wil be one or the other:

concocting jelly or writing letters to friends while laying in my nightie in bed.

Truly a tough call. The grapes are hard to deny but so is my stationary.

The rest of the weekend was spent tiding up a disaster of a home, fighting with the laundry pile, walking and running the dogs in the hills and across town, baking, harvesting veggies from le jardin as well as reading a bit and catching up on long overdue correspondence. Boring. I know. I am, rather admittedly, a serious homebody. I love catching up with time in the sanctuary of my home and gardens; in the quiet of my living room with a book and a red leather couch.

I had some tasty and tremendously fresh meals that revolved, for the most part, around blazing red garden tomatoes and newly baked loaves of whole wheat bread.

I cut new flowers for every vase in the house and surrounded myself with them while I feasted on my gardeny bits and pieces at the kitchen table.

I snaggled up a new house plant when I ran out for groceries and I started a new avocado pit in a canning jar. I’ve never grown a successful avocado but I have a good feeling about this little guy. He’s over in the laundry room on a shelf by the back door but I can hear him humming from here. He’s singing all about ascorbic acid and the like — a sure sign he’s planning on a sprout (I’m praying for a cotelydon or two).

And lastly, my most sincere apologies for not listing new work in the Etsy shop today! I became distracted when I strolled out to the studio and 6 hours later I walked out with this in my hands:

Built of sterling silver and 14 carat gold from scratch. All components, excluding the chain and clasp, were sawed and forged by my hands. The pendant is a shadowbox that features a landscape of a freshly ploughed field (complete with linear perspective), a suspended golden moon and a person, strolling in the distance. With fall coming on strong in Idaho and with so many of our North American farmers counting their yield — bringing in the bounty, myself included, on a very small scale — I was inclined to make a Landscape of thanksgiving today.

Well, the good times come and go, but at least there’s rain
This won’t be barren ground when September comes around
And watch the field behind the plough, turn to straight dark rows
Put another season’s promise in the ground…

[Stan Rogers]

I miss home this time of year. Autumn is when the Great Northern Plains are most glorious. The fields are swathed in flocks of snow geese and the sky is filled with the triumphant squawk of Canadas. The air is crisp and fingers begin to fumble in the fall winds. The poplar bluffs burn with a last gasp yellow and all things prepare for the season of sleep. I, on the other hand, can feel myself coming alive in this season of decay and change. I love it. I truly do.

Filed Under: domestic arts, idaho, New Jewelry, plume gables, pocatello

The Blank Canvas

September 5, 2009 by The Noisy Plume

The facts are clear my friends, life really is an enormous blank canvas. You’ve got to pick up a filbert and simply spread yourself all over that huge, white space using whichever hue you choose to pull from the spectrum.

Here, I’ll show you how:

Filed Under: idaho, painting, pocatello