mud season

mud season

If you're from Maine you know all about mud season. Oh boy, do you ever! This is the "grass" in my backyard. Or what was the grass in my backyard.

Pruning raspberries and cleaning up my heart

Pruning raspberries and cleaning up my heart

I considered writing this in two separate posts so it would be more readable for the "masses" (all 16 of you) and more (are you ready for this honesty) Google searchable. Oops, did I actually say that? But forget Google, forget the masses! This is my blog I'll write it ...

Felted Wool Snakes and Other March Creations

Felted Wool Snakes and Other March Creations

It's been a busy month of crafting around here. I know that soon the activities will move outdoors (not today though, it's rainy, cold, gray & blah) so it was good for the children to spend this last month of winter felting, stitching, painting and sculpting. I'm always so proud ...

Ride baby Ride!

Ride baby Ride!

It really does feel like spring when we can get the bikes out of the garage and find clear paths to ride on. The driveway still has piles of snow but we found dry sidewalks at the nearby college campus. Brienne's first time on two wheels With me running along ...

small notebook, small world

small notebook, small world

{photo credit: Brienne Tougas - the kids are taking such great photos these days!) FIMBY has been a quiet blog for the past couple weeks, understandable given the recent events. And I haven't posted anything actually useful for at least a month. As much as I like posting photos and ...

missing the creative me

missing the creative me

I've missed my creative self over the past week. Without my daily time to write, look over photos and put my thoughts together here on this blog I feel like my life starts to unravel a bit. {photo credit: Brienne Tougas} I wonder if this is a bad thing; my ...

Grieving, writing, remembering

Grieving, writing, remembering

My father-in-law passed away this weekend. This is one of the few times I've felt blog speechless. Obviously this is a private family time and yet my relationship with him is a part of who I am. And so I am left floundering for words that I can express here. ...