This was a week of swim lessons for Gdaughter that lives here. She is a little 4 year old fish. Because of her lack of fear and the skills she learned last winter, they put her in a class of 6 year olds and up and she held her own. Fearless to go under water, jump off the diving board toward a waiting instructor/catcher, swimming crawl and backstroke in a life vest and flippers. I think she will be swimming well by the end of summer.
Today was a craft/vendor show for support of the Newport Volunteer Rescue Squad. It was sponsored by their auxiliary that set it up in the Volunteer Fire Department building and served hot dogs, lemonade, and baked goods. I have to consider my booth fee as a donation to the squad, because the event was not well publicized, was not well marked, and there were only 6 vendors. Three crafts folk and three catalog sale type vendors. The traffic was nearly non existent and I didn’t sell enough to even make my $35 booth fee in 5 hours. I ended up with the full space that one fire truck parks in to set up my booth and though I knew that I wouldn’t sell knit goods in the summer, I still set up my newly homemade stand with shawls, hats, and mitts on it. Many skeins of yarn, and a table full of soaps, lotions bars, healing salves, and men’s beard products were displayed.
I finished the skein of yarn that I was frantically trying to get spun and plyed, but didn’t have time to wash it. I skeined it up and took it anyway as it was lovely shades of green and not the reds, blues, and naturals of most of my yarns. It didn’t sell, none of the yarn did, though my spinning on the drop spindles to pass the time attracted a fair amount of attention.
Since it came home with me, I will wash and dry it before I put it in the shop. It is about 180 yards of worsted weight with a bit of texture due to the Mohair carded in with the Longwool and Romney.
When I got home and unloaded, Jim and I drove to town to pick up a chair that I had ordered. The furniture store was having a July 4 sale and I was able to pick up a chair I had wanted for about half price.
Though I am a tall woman, my height is in my torso, so most chairs are not comfortable for me for any length of time as my back doesn’t touch the back of the chair in order to put my feet on the ground. This chair fits me perfectly and allows me to recline or put my feet on the ottoman, or move the ottoman and spin from the chair. It required assembly once home, but I haven’t moved from it in an hour. It is so comfortable. This is my new spot and I am loving it.
The young chicks are all escape artists. Being so, they cause the hens angst and then they too manage to get out. I have moved the netting around, expanded the pen, opened the meat bird pen to them which allows the chicks out through the fence, but keeps the hens in and still they escape. There is still one sitting 10-12 eggs and another that wants to be broody, but as I am only getting 1 or 2 eggs per day right now, I won’t let her sit. I am hopeful that if we get a few from this next brood that there will be enough birds to expand my flock a bit and still have enough for the freezer without buying day old chicks and raising them in the garage brooder this fall.
Tomorrow, I am going to take the large cardboard box that held a desk for my stepmom, that we hauled across the state with the table and chairs, and the box and packing cardboard from my new chair, and it will be laid to the path and just outside the garden fence to start the prep for next year’s perennial bed around the vegetable garden. I am still trying to decide whether to remove the garden fence and return to electric fence and to use the fencing to create a large chicken run around the orchard for them to have more space to range.
Last night we drove up to the hill above our house to see if we could see where the logging noises were coming from, only to discover that they had clear cut the woods immediately behind our neighbor’s fields. We think that there is land between it and us that is owned by someone else and are hopeful that they don’t breech the hill we see to the west of our lower field. While up there, I took a new photo for my header shot.
Still loving life on the our mountain farm.