Returned home and abandoned all thoughts of yard work, instead dragging out chaises and lounging lazily on the porch for a couple of hours, Linda napping, me reading, the cats drowsing all around us. Is it any wonder that a work week following such bucolic bliss would stretch as endlessly as silly putty?
Once upon a time two womyn moved to the foothills of the Catskill Mountains. They dreamed of growing things, wandering woods, and ending their days rocking side-by-side as the sun set over those same mountains....
Now, where did I leave that?
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Some Weeks Never End
Like this one....they just drag on and on......Last Saturday we visited the very small and cozy Chancellor's Sheep and Wool Showcase at Clermont. It was a glorious day, and Clermont, on the banks of the Hudson, was dressed in her finest lilac and green. I watched a group of womyn at their wheels overlooking the water, overheard one say, "when else do you get the chance to sit and spin by the river?" and had to agree; it seemed to be almost the quintessential spinning experience. I say 'almost' because Country Wool does ocean-side spinning (and knitting) retreats in Cape Ann, and that, to me, sounds absolutely perfect. Anyway, the weather was gorgeous, the few sheep were fleecy and adorable.
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