Sunday, April 13, 2014
Saturday, April 5, 2014
I bought new blue boots for wading up the creek to the spring, where the watercress is growing thick.
I really like the red stripe around the bottom. I'm avoiding working on taxes by weaving more scarfs, with barred crosses, more black twigs, and a ladder to Beulahland (wherever that may be). Picking water cress. Let's not talk about my politics today. Sofie's here now (my youngest daughter).
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Our weavers met on Asbury Ridge on a warm-at-long-last day. The snow was the consistency of a sno-cone, and good women cast handmade snowballs at each others heads! Beautiful songs were sung. We hiked down to see a new little sauna by a pond (smiles returning to our faces).