The past 19 days have been a whirlwind of here and there, mostly there. First we went away for the final interment of my Dad’s cremains and dedication of a memorial plaque at one of his favorite places in the world. I started that trip by catching a bad cold from our live in grand daughter. We were away 4 nights, 5 days. We returned home for me to launder clothes, harvest and freeze some tomatoes, and pack to leave again in 4 days.
That trip took me north in the state to help out at eldest son’s house with the start of school week and to allow son and daughter in law to work. I stayed there for a week, supervising the eleven year old grandson, getting him on the bus in the morning, off in the afternoon, and getting dinner for them. Since there was a weekend incorporated in that week, some fun activities were included. Grandson and I went to a local cavern and took their tour, we took a hike, I got a long walk in one morning, some spinning done, read a book, knitted a hat, and did a bit of laundry.
I left there at 5:30 a.m. Thursday morning, arrived home at 9:45 a.m., washed a load of laundry, did a bit of straightening, unpacked and repacked, this time to attend a fiber arts conference. I was only home for less than 3 hours then loaded into a friend’s car and we rode for 4 more hours to Roan Mountain State Park in Tennessee and checked into a great fully equipped cabin.
This was a great weekend with a great group of folks, spinning, knitting, crocheting, teaching a class, taking a class, and vending as my Cabin Crafted Shop. We enjoyed each other’s company, shared breakfast and lunch plus one dinner in our cabin. One dinner in a local BBQ restaurant, and a group Pot Luck supper. I finished spinning a few ounces of Romney fiber that I dyed, finished knitting another hat for my shop, generally was too tired at night to read, but learned a new fiber skill, met dozens of wonderful folks and had a great time.
I am finally home, just in time for the school year routine to begin tomorrow, getting grandson off to his first day of school, granddaughter to Open House for her second year of preschool.
The farm is in dire shape. The fields need to be mowed, the grass around the house is so tall that it may have to be mowed twice over two days to get it to lawn height without causing huge clumps to sit around, dry and kill and remaining grass. The flower beds are full of weeds, the garden looks like a jungle and daughter says there are many tomatoes, peppers, and cucumbers that need to be harvested and processed. The chickens were not cooperative to Jim, daughter, and son in law, and as a result, we lost a hen and 3 of my spring pullets that wouldn’t coop up at night. The one I found upon my return looked like perhaps it got attacked during the night by a raccoon or owl due to the remains. They thought it was a hawk, but the bird was not carried off. At any rate, I need to try to improve the security of their runs and try to put net over the top if the predator was a bird. My layer flock is down two hens this summer, and three of the four pullets that I hoped to increase the flock are gone.
I have a month, minus 4 days to get things taken care of, to make more soap and a few salves before I leave for another fiber retreat, where I also will vend. And I need to get my application in for the Holiday Markets.
Some summers allow me to stay on top of things, this one has not. I only hope that I can still salvage enough tomatoes for some salsas and sauces.
Now, I am exhausted and must get up in 7 hours, so it is time for sleep.