Thursday, July 31, 2014
I love it.
In all forms.
But especially in a field and on the needles.
I love the way it starts as a messy heap,
and then emerges into something so pretty.
|Shetland Tea Shawl, Dale Long|
from Meg Swanson's A Gathering of Lace
Sometimes we must be patient and wait for the beauty all things to show itself,
no matter how unsettled
it seems in the process.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
We took a bike(cycle) ride along the Greenbrier River Trail and met a lady...
|Such a cool fence line on the old railroad bridge|
...we had previously seen on a horse with several other riders, now riding a bicycle.
She looked a bit frazzled and asked us if we had seen her covered wagons.
She had lost them.
We spent some time talking to her.
Making sure she wasn't suffering from some sort of heat stoke, or had had a fill from a secret flask that may have been hidden in one of her saddle bags.
She eventually decided to return to her riding companions and we assured her that if we found her lost wagons we would look for her on our journey back down the trail.
So on we went with a bit of a chuckle under our breaths and crossed the bridge to a scary black tunnel.
We got back on the bikes and ventured in a ways.
THEN...we heard it!
Clippity clack. Clankity clomp.
Turning quickly around and back out the tunnel, we waited.
And then they began to emerge.
Two covered wagons carrying all the provisions for a three day Equitrek.
And I do mean,
All the provisions.