After the angst of having to have a new well drilled in Maine, last January, I was delighted that everything went smoothly and we ended up with water---plenty of it---but dismayed, after the snow melted in late spring, to find we were left with an ugly well head....GREEN, METALLIC, LARGE ....poking up in the front yard. So I set about to disguise it, commissioning local genius Matt to create something. And this is what he has done:
Matt is concerned that the base is disproportionally large for the granite birdbath (local granite, nicely lichened, hand hollowed by a local artisan)---but I say what the heck, we had a lot of ugly stuff to hide in there.
Next I'll try to get a photo of a bird actually bathing. They do use the (also hand-carved granite) birdbath out back, so i suspect they're start fluttering into this one soon.
In the realm of New Stuff: I have just received my first copy of "Crow Call," the picture book so beautifully illustrated by Bagram Ibatoulline. It's an autobiographical story, and he had a photograph of me, age nine; in addition he emailed to ask me to describe the colors of the plaid shirt I was wearing (the photo was black and white)...and he got it all just right (including this glimpse of my father's 1939 Chevrolet):
The book will be out in September but I am thrilled to have this copy in advance.
I have a lot of other things in the works but it is too soon to talk about them. Good to be back in Maine---though it was a fine week in Bermuda with my grandsons---(swimming with dolphins was a high point), and to have summer weather at last after so much rain. Martin comes up weekends, but during the week I am quite solitary and working hard. Every Tuesday evening there is a fabulous chamber music concert, and other evenings, like tonight, dinner with friends...but daytimes are quiet and undisturbed; just me at my computer, and Alfie lying on the floor nearby.