I just pretended I was writing for Fodors Travel Guide
I still like to pretend the way I used to when I was a kid. I used to pretend I had a little newspaper sometimes. Sometimes I would play house or store or post office. So last week I pretended I was a writer for Fodor’s about this area. I created a little travel guide.
It is a work in progress but I created a little travel page about our area….Cumberland Westmoreland. It is a work in progress and I am just getting it going. Katherine from California just came to our Spa Retreat in May and she said she had a hard time finding out about things to do in our community. I know there is lots to do because I am out and about lots. I decided to create my own little guide to the area. It is just things I like to do, or things I think other people might enjoy ( for example the golf course…the only reason I go there is to get one of Janie’s cinnamon buns).
I will add more things. In fact I just remembered another. If you have someone come to visit the area give them the link to this page. I think it is worth reading. If you are planning to visit yourself then yippee! ….you’ll find lots to do!
I went for a walk in the woods yesterday
it was organized by the Amherst museum and held at the Amherst bird sanctuary
a man named Bill was our botanist on site
a very knowledgeable week end botanist
on week days he is a lawyer
the funny thing was, the night before I had a dream that my car was stolen
I went to see the cops
someone told me don’t bother
you need to see a lawyer
Sunday was a beautiful day
only a handful of us took part of that walk
a brother and a sister were there mostly for the birds
she knew some birds by their song
we heard this lovely chant
she showed me the author in her book
we walked for a few hours
our host seemed to know every single tree and every single plant
that kind of knowledge blows my mind
common name, Latin name, other names
properties, how to make the different between this maple and that one
so much to know
we saw the oldest sugar maple in Nova Scotia
twisted and knotted like an old man
we chewed on a leafy twig
I forget the name of that tree
but it tasted like spearmint
we saw a plant that once upon a time was used for bedding
we saw a tutu fern
a sensitive fern
an interrupted fern
and a cinnamon fern
we saw star flowers
dog wood flowers
lily of the wood flowers
tucked away just outside of Amherst
lays a protected piece of paradise
check it out if you are ever around
Ladies coming, returning, saying that’s it, and coming for more. It’s hard to resist all this beautiful wool.
First you look at it.
Someone somewhere got it off the sheep.
Someone carded it.
Someone dyed it.
All the beautiful things it makes you think of. What could I make? What could this become?
Personally I would wrap some of that wool right around my neck just like a scarf. Done. It’s silk, it’s merino, it’s got my name all over it.
Were you thinking the same?
This week was great. Inspiring. I took a couple workshop as I am a beginner when it comes to fibre. I have to say I’m an easy catch. I loved it. I love how rug hooking just took my mind away. I zoned out. Captivated by getting that strand of fabric through the burlap. Changing colors. Not thinking much, just having fun, playing with it.
Here are a few photos I grabbed on the way. You may be in it. Or your work.