Yesterday the weather got mild ENOUGH to spend time in my garden DUNGEON ... RECORD HIGH of 60 degrees F ... NEVER seen before in this land of COLD and SNOWY and LONG winters ... DOOR and WINDOWS open ... I swept the mouse POOP, spider WEBS and dead FLIES accumulated during the PAST months ...
Entering it after that long felt like getting inside a GIANT time CAPSULE ... And the SMELL of my naturalist CABIN !
If I close my EYES, I get INSTANTLY transported to my GRAND-PARENTS's little SUMMER camp by the river when I was a KID ...
Where I would FISH with my GRAND-PAPA Paul for eels with a flashlight at night in a HAND-MADE dingy, EXPLODE ripe black walnuts with a wise-grip, DIG for soft water clams in the mud ... Where I would COLLAGE with my GRAND-MAMAN Gabrielle animal pictures clipped in magazines, add unknown SPECIMENS to my pressed-leaves BOOK, bake a cake while the current art project was DRYING on the kitchen table and read Enyd Blyton's MYSTERY BOOKS by the light of a candle while NATURE sang in strange voices through the moskito screens of the VERANDA ...
My OUTDOOR studio is my little place AWAY from home ... at HOME ...
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