
Wuh. That's what Otto says. It means "look." He squeezes his fingers into a group, holds out his hand, palm up, showing me his Spiderman pajamas, and says "wuh."
Anyway...
We spent the afternoon wandering around the shops of Peterborough.
In 'Grove and Main' we saw ribbons from an old New England textile mill. We had to buy some!
Wuh:
Either side of the ribbon is beautiful. We, my sister and I, got so misty-eyed about how to use these ribbons.
Earlier Zoe had found a bookstore and stayed in it (far away from us).
Then the motherlode. Next door, in The Window Gallery, we came upon an exhibit of porcelain one of a kind art dolls and crazy wooden chairs and ladders by Mona Adisa Brooks.

Sigh.
My dad, my sister, my daughter and I walked through old cranberry bogs, along paths around a beaver pond; we found an owl pellet beneath a tall fir tree, bones and the outer portion of the shell from an old snapping turtle, and a few sticks.
It was a nice weekend spent with my sister. One the way home, I wished we could live closer to each other so we could create art together.
Oh, Otto.
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