So, we’ve got the chickens, the ducks, the dogs, the cat, the little garden, the ridiculous internet and phone connectivity, the well, the propane tank, the septic tank, the precipitous road, the mud-caked boots, the canning jars, the whippoorwill, the woodpecker, the deer, the turkey, the bear, the skunks, the forest…but none of those things really said to me, You truly are a country girl now. I’ve always just felt like a pretender.
Until now.
Because now there grows a hollyhock out back by the hen house and the apple tree.
I was walking back there, completely zoned out, as usual, doing some other something, and there it was! My own hollyhock! And it was like
you’re a country girl oh yes you are.
Whatcha doin?
I’ve been writing! And editing! And setting up another blog! And refinishing furniture!
My Ninja Sewing Master is having her very own art camp this summer, and I’m going to help a bit. She is quite talented, my master–the kind of person who reallyreally needs to blog so that she can pass along her ideas to the world, but she’s too busy living and working out her ideas, and just being. Opposite of shallow.
Did you know I collect friends? I do. They’re like little pieces of beautiful sea glass, each shining and exquisite. There’s the dainty one in her yellow farmhouse who keeps classic tv shows playing in the background and who sews and creates. Then the bubbly strawberry blonde who is the most tactile person I know, and who encourages kids to spread out and get dirty and live. Oh, and the sage in her tranquil abode, who is either in the garden or in the kitchen–growing unusual heirloom plants and then coaxing them into meals fit for kings. And then the wee Brazilian who rarely stops moving, and then only to sleep, and who is cursed with a bleeding heart–a genuine love and concern for every creature on this planet, and is constantly trying to meet every need from every person she knows, and I think she remembers 1000 birthdays. And my dear artist friend who is a mermaid-spends more time underwater than above it, and who I’m sure at this moment is feeling the pull of Greece and her favorite swimming hole. And of course the loud one who lives next door and who may or may not be related to me, and who will always be the yin to my yang, and if you know anything about yins and yangs, then you know that means I need her, because I would not be who I am without her.
Friends–people–are beautiful, no?
Blahblah.
Bye.





















































