A Week in May

This has been a crazy weather week here at Willow's Cottage.  Rain?  In Southern Calfornia?  In May?  Finally, the sky is clear of rain clouds although the wind has still been whipping things around.  Wild weather or mild, I find things to be thankful for every week.

1. Can I ever say too much about my local farmers market?  I don't think so!  The Professor and I shop there every Saturday morning we are in town.  Each week, the vendors greet us, ask us if we want 'the usual' (usually we do), and then as they hand us the produce, they thank us and drop an extra little something in, a cucumber or apple or carrot.  Nothing tastes better than organic, fresh, in season, locally grown produce!

2. Topanga Banjo and Fiddle Contest and Folk Festival was great! On Sunday, I attended with The Professor.  Actually, I spent the entire day NOT listening to bluegrass music.  My spinners/weavers guild volunteered to demonstrate--spinning and weaving--so I took my spinning wheel and--spun--fiber while he wandered around and enjoyed some truly fun music. I spun and spun all day while groups and herds and gaggles of people strolled past, stopped and watched and said, "That's so cool!" (or other words to that effect).  Watching demonstrations of a 'lost art' evidently fascinates people. The muscial atmosphere was joyful.  There's something about bango and fiddle music which makes everyone want to dance.

3. Sometimes, spectators spy an item in my basket of handspun samples that they particularly like.  Sometimes, they ask if it's for sale.  Sometimes, it is.  Sometimes, I am willing to sell it.  Always, I assure them that all profits will be sent to a non-profit organization. I will be sending a check to Generate Hope this weekend.

4. The school year is winding down to a close.  Yesterday was the last day for two writing groups.  Who was more sad, the teacher or the students?  I'm not sure.  We've had a fantastic year.  Evidently, my students have other talents besides writing.



5. Spending hours in my garden is theraputic for me.  Even when the time is invested in pulling weeds, I find my mind relaxing and resting.  Birds sing. Lizards bask.  Ants race.  My body finds its rhythm in reaching, grabbing and pulling.

Have you experienced any favorite activities or received sweet gifts and notes this week?  You can share your Fave Five at Susanne's blog.