As evidenced by a regretful absence of regular posting, the approach of autumn has found the Beast and I positively swamped by a multitude of projects (flowers and bats and patterns, oh my!), commitments (I've officially re-entered the world of academia!) and activities (oh... to be revealed!) - not at all a bad situation, though it has resulted in a noticable impovershiment of blogging time. The last month or so has been particularly insane... To escape the crazy, I packed up the pup and fled to Vermont for the weekend... our forever home sweet home.
It was a drizzly, damp weekend, and hunkered down in front of a carefully curated still life, with a vintage box of charcoal and kneaded erasers between us, my dad and I (my artistic impulse is actually genetic) thoroughly blissed out to the sound of rain drumming on the tin roof, and a large dog softly snoring in the corner. Heaven. On. Earth.