Stormy weather.

The Nuthouse is finally beginning to resemble a place where someone lives.Β The weather has started to turn from hot hot summer to crisp autumn. Days are still warm, but the nights and mornings… oh they aren’t so warm. The Nuthouse is very snug though, when it is cold outside. We have a great little woodstove. The cats really approve of that. Ollie, in particular, has a great affection for the stove.

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While they’ve all been exploring the pleasures of radiant wood heat over the last few days, Ollie was the first of our crew to really commit himself to the experience. Because he is brave and intrepid like that. Two points to Team Tuxedo.

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We had a hell of a rainstorm yesterday. Thunder and lightning, several bouts of hail… you know you’re a jewelry maker when you are looking at the hail stones and offhandedly think to yourself that they look like 10-12mm quartz beads. It was over by dawn and we had bright blue skies when I woke up today. The cats and I were beautifully toasty inside, with the fire crackling in the stove providing a counterpoint to the drumming water on the roof and the BOOM! flashes of light and sound going on outside.

It was all kinds of beautiful when we got up this morning.

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Steam was rising off of every surface as the sun hit it. Moss, the deck, the chairs, our neighbor’s cabin. I’ve really never seen anything like it. All shades of wood and brown and green with sparkling water drops and cottony white puffs of mist. I looked at all that and thought to myself, you know, how do you even do something like that justice? How do you share that? I don’t think you really can. You can try. But some things really just have to live in your experience. Then again, a camera helps.

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It is breathtaking and beautiful and the world is somehow all washed clean, just like after a rain in LA, but in a totally different way. The thin layer of ash that was clinging to this part of the world seems to have been washed off, and all the colors are more vibrant today. I know they say that the Rim fire won’t be fully out till the first snow, but I hope the rain helped the firemen a little bit at least.

I have an Autumn Morning After Rain necklace in my mind. All crystal drops and leafy peridot against a darker framework of woody browns and golden yellows. There’s a story that wants told.

I love it here.

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About Maia Rainwood

Owner and Maker at Maia Rainwood Design. Wearable art for wise women, birth keepers, witches, and world-builders.
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4 Responses to Stormy weather.

  1. The Lab Rat says:

    Oh, Rainy! ::Happy hugs:: such a wonderful welcome to mountain fall you have had! I laughed at the description of hail-stones-as gems – you caught my thought perfectly. Consider the Autumn Morning necklace as already claimed – unless you wouldn’t mind making a sister necklace for me, ’cause you want to keep the first one yourself! I can already picture it, beautiful and fresh, cool and happy. Mom and I were reveling in the fresh clean of the world yesterday as we were returning our mare to her lease-mama after we borrowed her for a drive this weekend. If I had been a younger person, I would have danced for the joy of it.

  2. Holly says:

    That’s a very inspired necklace idea. I see it’s already purchased. Darn. πŸ™‚ I like those banners/flags you have strung. Hurrah for successful lighting of The Fire.

  3. Marilyn says:

    It sounds just wonderful and I am so happy for you.

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