Believe me, I am really counting my blessings, as they fall from the sky. California is a dry state, in the summer and all that we have been given this year, in the form of rain or snow is being banked and released and banked again by the powers that be. Our little corner of the world has an old fashioned banking system because we live next to a seasonal creek and a living thing, which is the sign that there is water being stored under our piece of land. Lucky lucky lucky. The water is full of minerals and we DO have to do all of that filtering stuff but it is down there and pretty much on the surface, these days, which is evident when a footprint just fills up with the stuff after a gushy walk with the dogs. We are looking into a new type of filter system, which will not only eliminate the minerals but do so without the S A L T. Once Rod is done with jury duty, we are going to have someone out to give it a whirl.
When we came home from the lovely dinner at the new bistro in town called Bricks (Eats & Drinks) I saw some heavenly bodies in the guise of stars, which had been hidden from view for many many nights. The first walk of the morning (through the goop) showed promise overhead and for the life of me I had the silly idea that there would be SUN today. Not so fast, Sister...you can't see the forest for the trees and you certainly can't see what is coming, living in said forest. Duh. So, there's this...
That weird blue stuff? It's gone now and I guess that we are In For It again so I am doing what every red blooded spinner would do, on a day like this; I am heading back over to the house and will be watching what happens from the many windows of The Woman Cave, while turning some richly colored cashmere/merino top (Painted Desert, if you must know) into yarn. It seems fitting.
In the meantime, enjoy my fantasy garden. These two potted plants hide the rescued drowning night crawlers (yes, I AM one of those people!) and hold my gardener's heart while my own garden wakes and sleeps and wakes and sleeps. I know that it will be Spring eventually and when the sun gets here, I am going to be READY. Perhaps when we return from our Atlanta/Stitches South road trip next month, we will be greeted by What Will Be.