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My Open Studio was yesterday. It’s a big art show/reception we throw each year to bring people into my otherwise solo workspace.

It’s quite the undertaking – the whole space gets transformed into a sort of sparkling rustic gallery, which trust me when I tell you is not how it typically looks. The tools get rolled away and the floors get cleaned and the walls hung with an array of artwork. My big farmhouse work table that is normally filled with a spray of half finished this and thats gets turned into a beautiful display.

It’s officially wood stove season. There’s a chill in the air and the leaves are showing their colors. I can no longer get away with a mindlessly grabbed jacket on my way out the door. 

The carriage has been put away for the season. Firewood has been stacked both outside and in. Kindling and tinder have been gathered and the storm window is in the old barn door.