Louie

It was frosty again this morning, but sunny all day. It looked like it should be warm, but it was cool. That didn't deter Buzz from jumping into the pond, though - he loves to swim. Even more, he loves his stick. "Where's the stick, Mom? Stick? Stick? Throw the stick!"

Down in the swamp, I collected some willow bark to try weaving some more. I love working with it, and the smell, especially when it's fresh, like this. The inside of the bark is so creamy smooth, eventually drying to a darker brown. It needs to be harvested when the sap is down, before the leaves begin coming out. It's getting a little late, but I did get some off of a three-year stick. I tried some older bark, but it was stuck on way too tight to peel smoothly.