Sunday, May 27, 2007

Greetings from Greenport

The shores of Peconic Bay are littered with scallop shells, stones and sea glass. This morning I found the carapace of a crab, so tiny my fingers looked like they belonged to Paul Bunyan when I picked it up and held it in my hand.

Each morning I walk here with my trusty and rather hairy Jack Russell Terrier, Cairo. He traces the paths of the neighborhood dogs who walked earlier, chews on the dessicated legs of dried spider crabs, and chases the geese resting in the shade of the mimosa tree. I gather my thoughts, prepare my to do list for the day and get my morning exercise. We both take great joy in watching the ferry cross the bay, back and forth, back and forth, from Greenport Harbor to Shelter Island. We wave to neighbors and their children in the park, pick up the odd bit of trash blown in by a storm, and breathe the briny air. The sea is my muse, the shoreline my inspiration. This is the best place on earth.

This is the village of Greenport, one square mile at the end of the North Fork of Long Island, New York. Once a home to whalers and rum runners, oyster factories and shingled resorts, it is now a haven for Manhattanites seeking relief from the sweltering summer air of New York City.

Oysters, clams, and scallops still abound here, and nearly everyone knows how to fish. (Several commercial fishing boats make their home here in our deep harbor and one of my neighbors is an oyster farmer.) This morning the fishermen were out in force to catch flounder. In a week or two the squid will move in and take their place, then the bluefish and the striped bass. Osprey return with the fish each spring and nest on tall posts around the harbor. Cairo and I watch them swoop and dive, catching fish for their young. (Look closely at the tall pole in the picture of Widow's Hole below -- 2 osprey have made a nest there. Just beyond the shore are the buoys that mark the oyster farm, and beyond them the boats of fishermen hoping for a good morning's catch. )

So this is where one member of the Primitive Gathering lives and gathers inspiration for her artwork. Next time I'll share photos of my very messy studio where I hook my rugs. If you're ever in Greenport, come and sit a spell -- just call first so I can vacuum & dust!

Enjoy this first weekend of summer!

from Hallowed Hill Primitives

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Chickadee Primitives First Show of this Year

Doesn't Annie's booth look so prim & fun??? I love the windows on the tent!! and oh those paintings of children, wished I owned all of them. Shows are such work, but so fun!! Tis great to meet kindred spirits who love primitive folk art . Consider a trip to a Folk Art Show, you'll be happy you did.
Deena~SweetAnnee~of The Primitive Gathering

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Come See What We Have to Offer

Lots of hand dids, quaint primitives & works of whimsy. Be sure to check our NeWS, ECardS & Our GueSt ArTIsT, oh & tell your friends!!

****Here are some jaunts you might consider to meet some of the Folk Artists****

Come See HoneysuckleLane @

"The Lavender Festival"

Historic Jackson Square, Oak Ridge, TN

Saturday, June 16, 8 am ~ 3 pm

For more information call The Ferrell Shop @ 1~800~278~1001********
See Hallowed Hill Primitives @

"Quiet Corner Rug Show"
Saturday, June 23, 2007
9 am to 3 pm
Woodstock Fairgrounds
Rt. 169
Woodstock, CT 06281****************

from all of us **The birds of a feather on The Primitive Gathering**