Water works

Rain in Ohio

by Mary Oliver

The robin cries: rain!
The crow calls: plunder!

The blacksnake climbing
in the vine halts
his long ladder of muscle

While the thunderheads whirl up
out of the white west,

their dark hooves nicking
the tall trees as they come.

Rain, rain, rain! sings the robin
frantically, then flies for cover.

The crow hunches.
The blacksnake

pours himself swift and heavy
into the ground.

A beautiful swim

Simone Manuel’s win is a powerful moment in history.

Great writing for a great cause


MLK Kitchen for the Poor does wonderful work in the world, as does The Blade’s Mary Bilyeu, who recently had lunch there and wrote about it.

His first birthday


“Once a baby, always a baby,” I tell him, though he’s nine months older than he is in this pic. He doesn’t care what I call him as long as he gets his scratchies and lovies and food and water. Icing on the cake if I throw wads of paper and his doll so he can fetch them.

Sweetest little being.

Another creative Canadian


Met Ruth Wigmore at the St. Joseph Island (Ontario, CA) Hilton Beach Art by the Docks event in July. Her pop-up cards and other creations are delightful so thought I’d give her some space here. You may contact her at wiggy13@hotmail.ca.


Looking at raindrops

Everything rain is all right by me, including this lovely poem by one of my favorite poets.
Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me
by Mary Oliver
Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

A luthier at work

I met Zach in Desbarats, Ontario, at Sustain Algoma Expo, where he was selling his beautiful guitars, cutting boards and art pieces. Here’s some information about Zach and his work.

Twenty-five-year-old luthier, Zachary Lefebvre, studied and apprenticed with world-renowned luthier Sergei de Jonge. While mastering each step of guitar making from rough-sawn lumber to the finished instruments, he realized he’d found a way to fuse his practical, musical and visual skills in a way that resulted in completely unique instruments. He established TreeHouse Guitars July 31, 2012, and his guitars were an immediate success.

Zach’s guitars have a reputation as instruments with wonderful tone and masterly construction. Every guitar is built with meticulous attention to detail and a focus on craftsmanship and superior sound. Each is designed to respond to the needs and the goals of the player and embellished with astonishing custom pyrographic wood burnings, whose artistry and design add a rich and distinctive element. These guitars are exceptional, singular instruments fulfilling to both the ear and eye — a pleasure to see, to hear and to play.

Zach currently designs, makes and embellishes his guitars full-time in his shop on St. Joseph Island, Ontario. For questions, further information, or to order a custom guitar, please visit the website or email Zach at zach@treehouseguitars.com.


Gifted, creative young people. In this case, TreeHouse Guitars creator Zach and his wife had a booth at the Sustain Algoma Expo. His work: exquisite.


Just 1 of many reasons to love Canada