I'm hauling stuff to the trailer and look over at the cherry tree and realize there is no way in god's green earth I cannot harvest some of this bounty. Not a huge amount this year but we have picked enough tonight for a small pie or crisp. A crumble. Plus the other last minute things I have to do tonight, like wash undies and print off things and maybe finish cutting out a dress as a fidget.
Edwin used that phrase at me and it fits. A small project I can do with my hands when I am sitting still. Sewing is pretty traditional.
Since this blog is for everyone but mostly so my mother can keep track of me; Mom, I'm in Boscobel, WI this weekend, at WW. I'm fighting, and retaining, and spending time at some A&S activities but mostly fighting. In the evening, I will be fidgetting and also walking about talking to people. I'm going to be looking for a fire pan and a viking skillet. The best thing is taht on Friday, Sir Roisin takes me on as a Man at Arms. (still astonished about that). She asked me if I knew what I was getting into. I do. and I don't. How can one really know how much one is capable of until someone else tests me?
And leaving the philosophy until I wake up at 3 am again. Now for cherry pie.
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