Not that it was beautiful but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there, something worth learning.
Monday, March 25, 2013
in the catskills (and fiber things)
Spent the weekend upstate and talked my Ari-love's ear off (and vice verse), cooked and ate lots and lots of delicious things, walked by the reservoir, tromped ever so little in the woods, watched her aikido class, and spent a couple hours wrapping her up in knitted things. Links (& pictures) below. And thank the gods for old and dear friends.