|Molly's red house is down under the hill in a valley that leads directly to the bay side beach.|
We packed up two Sundays ago and took food, pillows, sheets, art supplies and all sorts of exciting ideas to the bay house. I even took mom's feather weight Singer sewing machine to see if I might have space to make some fabric art. I also bound a special book for my daily sketches at the bay of large pages from the spare papers I have been saving for years for other projects that have accumulated in the folios in our studio. It was a perfect beginning. We ate a big dinner at Molly's the first night after we got keys and settled into our Red house. The folks in Fairhaven call the houses by their colors not addresses. The Rupperts call them by the family member's name that owns them.
So we had the red house the place is an old beach house that was just perfect for us to make art and not worry about messing anything up. It is more space than I think I have ever had to work for more than a few hours at a time. I had a whole bunch of rooms to live in and a yard and the bay .... it was ideal. Nature is all around the house the hills behind are covered in a vine called Kudzu which is kind of creepy but also sort of magical in that it makes everything very green like topiary trees of mysterious shapes.
|from the end of the pier looking back at the cliffs and the beach and in the distance the red house.|
|looking at the house and the yard and bay beyond from the roadside above.|
|Kudzu grows right up to the roadside and covers everything including dead tree trunks...|
|at dawn the sun showed me a kudzu bear and elephant at the edge of our yard!|
|first Wed. afternoon a regatta of sailboats appeared on the bay|
|the first crab skeleton I found on the beach|
|Our resident spider named Charlotte, naturally worked on her web daily.|
|butterflies were abundant and posed for my camera nicely.|
|dawn on the bay was spectacular as the half moon hung over head and the sun came up red as fire|
|my birthday gift the singer sewing machine in perfect working condition.|
|for my birthday I also got these beautiful antique plates like one I had to eat on as a child. The chocolate raspberry butter cream with brown sugar whipped cream was also a real treat but tasted even better on the depression era crackle plates.|
Irene arrived on the Atlantic coast miles from the bay about eight and the winds were strong, the rain fell in sheets all afternoon and into the night. We tried to ignore the sounds but the crash of a branch through a window and the flickering lights were alarming. We fixed the broken window with a little duct tape and a black plastic bag and one of those old fashioned window screen devices that held it in place. The lights went out right after we got the glass swept up from our broken window. The next part was sitting next to the open windows listening to the wind blow the trees soggy leaves and crashing branches falling & splitting. I suggested we read by our hurricane lantern in the bay room and we did for a few hours then about 10:30 we went to bed. It was black outside so we couldn't see anything and it wasn't safe to go out to look to see what those crashing sounds were. As long as they didn't land on us we were good. We woke to lighter rain and softer winds a tree had fallen and a few branches were broken. Fallen leaves were everywhere the car was waiting and the roads were soon open. We took a last walk on the beach then a tour of the little community of houses and checked on our neighbors. Then packed up our studio and the food and headed home. The trouble is there won't be power back for days if not weeks. No water, no power and only charcoal to cook with is too much of a hardship to give us time to be creative. We had a great two weeks with some really high drama moments but many more fun hours of simple walks on the beach or visiting with Rupperts and each other. I spoke to Molly this afternoon when we got home and she says we can come back when the power is restored for the third week she promised us. I said Hooray, that is just what I was hoping we could do because a retreat this much fun is very hard to give up for any reason. So hurricane Irene wasn't so bad to us after all.
|the night before the storm arrived a beautiful view of the bay.|
|cliffs before the storm at low tide.|
|the tree that fell by the red house covered in ivy is barely visible but the root ball shows in the mud at it's base.|
|Keith standing in front of the fallen tree this morning|
|cliffs at the end of the beach after the storm|
|bay after the storm|
|at the base of the clay cliffs leaves and balls of various colors of clay rolled in balls upon the sandy shore|
|across from Molly's house a real broken maple tree|
|sail boat that washed up on the big beach across from Molly's house|