burrowing

on days like yesterday (raging snowstorm that shut down the west coast of the island), i think of mr. mole of "wind in the willows" burrowing down into his little house hole. in my case - peering out every once in a while, opening the door and abigail darting in out out for a pee. because the day was quiet and long, i spun in the morning, but in the afternoon lay on the couch in the bay window and read - a few books on textile surface design that i got mostly for teaching but find they are leading my dreams onto "what next?"