I managed my first spring trip to the wee last weekend and it was magical. We came in around 11 at night in the densest fog I have ever seen up there, pretty sure my friend Levon brought it from SF. A little whiskey, some hot water bottles and my makeshift propane heater took care of the rest. And a little soul comp turning on the old iphone. It was epic.

Marc and I were perusing some beautiful old land camera photos he has taken. Eeriest one of the wee. The staircase looks a mile long.

The wee is in Domino magazine's green issue this month. There's a corresponding online slide show where I've written some detailed captions describing the building process: click here.

I miss this. Winter is long.

A California angel dropped in to see me, amidst my very chaotic life, and we headed straight upstate. Animal sitting in the SNOW (it is winter... finally). 7 chickens, 3 ducks, 2 cats and 1 dog, amazing.

Best weekend ever.

When in doubt, hack it out.

So I know I'm always on about how amazing everything is but let me just reserve this moment to really say how amazing the treehouse music festival was! The festival, despite the name, wasn't actually held in the treehouse but it was held just down the road in Julian and Juliette's barn. The usual venue for such an event. The performers were P.G. Six, Meg Baird and Hiss Golden Messenger and their acoustic lilts were all perfectly matched with a cold upstate night and a christmas lit barn. Meg even brought her dulcimer for the occasion!

oh yeah... did i mention?