Three Bags Full...

Today was the Massachusetts Fiber Festival.  I was up early and hit the floor running, joining my friend, Lee and her daughter Andria for a play date.  We touched it all.  Every fiber known to man was beautifully displayed.  There were spinning wheels from around the world, looms, drop spindles of every size and color.  To say we were in a frenzy would be entirely correct.  The day was perfect, a slight breeze blowing, clouds to keep us cool.  Andria generously provided lunch and we found a nice, quiet spot to share it.  We topped off the trip home with ice cream on our chins.

Posting Miracles...

The miracle of flowers that God gives us everyday.

Spring Flowers...

There are so many flowers blooming on our old farmstead this time of year.  These azaleas have grown into trees and I wonder how many years they have been here.  There are three colors in this hedgerow.  We call them River Pinks but I have no idea why.

Meanwhile, back at the farm...

Its beautiful here in the Spring of the year.  That being said, its hard not to notice the survival tactics of all living things.  It just doesn't come easy on top of this mountain where the terrain and temperatures are harsh.  I have been trying to grow tomatoes for 15 years and yes I can grow green ones.  Most things need longer than our scant two months.  I accept this but never stop trying.  I guess these pansies are my shining example today.  

S'mores....

These little goodies are aptly named.  The grandchildren joined us for dinner and a campfire last night.  It wasn't long before they were looking for the marshmallows and, "Grandma, can we make S'mores?"  You need two graham cracker squares, a perfectly toasted marshmallow, and a square of Hershey chocolate to make the perfect S'more.  The marshmallow squashes around the chocolate, melting it and the graham cracker has the perfect crunch.  And of course their comment always is, "Can we have S'more?"

Fresh Air and Sunshine...

Is there anything more relaxing than sitting by a lake and watching the geese swim by?  We are fortunate and unfortunate to have four children in four states, and none in the state we live in.  This means, like Willy says, "On the road again..."  We spend our vacation time visiting our children and grandchildren and this allows us lots of lake side scenery in New York, Maine, Tennessee, and the Cape.  This campsite is our home away from home in New York.  It works out well, doesn't it?
Click on picture to see the geese.

Beautiful Upstate New York

This is what I'm talking about!