Spinning my Wheel(s)

Yesterday I went and bought some new wheels.  Sleek, rose colored, needs a little wax.  One pedal.  Not a new truck, a spinning wheel!  You all saw it coming.  I have been bit by the fiber bug.  It’s a pity coordination is not my middle name.  I am providing free entertainment if anyone wants to come over and watch me attempt to push a pedal with my foot and use my fingers to pull and push and try not to knot and twist too much beautiful roving into respectable and lush yarn.  Last night I made dreadlocks.  That should make … Continue reading Spinning my Wheel(s)

Farmer’s Market Fever

It’s an early morning, tint of cold to the air, the dawn waving madly, its rays of sunshine warming all.  Greetings and hugs are given as everyone re-enters from the long winter’s nap.  A bit of a family reunion, catch up, then get to work.  The tent goes up first.  Tents popping against the blue sky in succession.  Water bottles secure the legs so a swift wind doesn’t turn the unexpecting tent into a wind sock!  Folding tables emerge, banner is put up.  Table cloth of pattern and theme carefully placed and our wares displayed in a lovely assortment in order to … Continue reading Farmer’s Market Fever

Soapy Girls and Their Lyes

  Nancy and I have always wanted to learn to make soap.  I have looked at soap making ingredients and have talked with soap makers and after hearing every warning under the sun about blindness, explosions, and eating through skin, I thought in my innate clumsiness that perhaps working with lye was not for me!  Yet, the customers keep asking for soap.  The homesteader in me wants desperately to know how to do everything myself.  Soap making is just one more thing we needed to conquer on our quest as farmgirls.   My friend, Kathi, innocently put up a picture … Continue reading Soapy Girls and Their Lyes

The Long Farm Lunch

They sat together comfortably at a long table in the vineyard under the trees.  The slight breeze was not menacing but sweet and lifted the warm air so that the scents of flowers all around could be inhaled.  Grapes hung heavy on the vines and the birds sang sweetly.  Friends laughed and poured another glass of wine.  Shared plates circled the table and the hours went by with companionship, rest, and food.  Crispy baguettes and fresh olive oil that taste of hay and summer.  Sliced ripe tomatoes and salty mozzarella…… These are the kind of things I read.  I read book … Continue reading The Long Farm Lunch