When you look at this picture, you might allow yourself to be a bit jealous. This is the view I have when practicing yoga or doing icky exercises. There is a spruce, a Scotch pine, an alder and a birch, and the edge of the bunkhouse.
August we usually spend as many days as we can at our camp. It is a small piece of land, once an island, in the middle of a salt marsh at the mouth of the Medway River. A road across the front edge now joins it to two peninsulas. We first bought it when we really couldn't afford it and tortured ourselves and the kids with camping with a screened dining tent and 3 small sleeping tents, none of which really prevented leaks or the fog from drifting on through. Our first year, we did all the cooking and cleaning on top of the cooler, squatting to eat.
This summer is a bit pale in comparison to last summer, when we were able to be at the site for July and August with parts of September as well. So far we have been up for a couple of weekends and one 5 day week. We will be there the remainder of August if it doesn't rain too much. I don't mind a day of rain or several days of fog, but once I can't dry the dishes because everything is soaking, it's time to go home. The cat thinks so too. Steve is reluctant.
I have been stitching, spinning and knitting booties all week, but in my lazy frame of mind, forgot to take many pictures. Next week, I anticipate being so lazy, I'm not taking the camera at all.
I received this little box when a friend was cleaning out her parent's house. It had been used to hold paints and brushes. It perfectly holds my Etui (sewing bits and bobs) as well as my favourite hoop, some threads and a small project.
|This poor doll, VineGirl4, has been in production for two or more years. We are nearing completion.|