Here is a little rag bench rug from the sauna, that I packed with a kitchen fork when I wove it years and years ago, that's still a favorite of mine. Today I started a fresh scarf on the 22" Norwood loom. Amy Arnold's summer kids look cute hanging out in the store. When I cross the creek I stop to dip up water in that red plastic bucket to pour on the nasturtiums in the flower pots and the gingko tree.
Today an Amish man with a long gray beard walked in to the store and said he'd been looking around the neighborhood for some hay they could cut, since it's been so droughty. Could they cut in our field?
We haven't cut hay off that old field in years and years, I said.
It is what it is, he said.
It kills me when an old white bearded Amish guy says something like, It is what it is.
