Lace

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, 

pre-blocking

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.

Much Love,

Joan

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More From The Greenbrier River Trail

No funny stories this time.

Just pretty scenery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Wagons, Ho!

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.

Wading in the Shenandoah

Simple and good fun.

As it should be.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if all our moments of awe were this simple?!

Start to Finish

Another happy accomplishment. 

Right from my own farm.

A Walk out the Back Gate

I took my mother on a walk.

She has lived here for six moths now,

but had never ventured this way.

"Don't forget to stop...and look closely," I said to her.

There is so much to notice.

We both enjoyed the time well spent.

Ma and her pretty roadside bouquet.

Have fun where ever you walk today,

~Joan

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Its looking a bit more like a farm around here.

But no eggs yet. 

Their names are NOT Charlotte and Wilbur.

Our neighbors young bull is very curious to see what's happening on our side of the fence.
Let's hope he stays on his side.

I didn't plant any sunflowers this year,

But all these lovelies volunteered to return.

Lucky me.