It’s a soft, warm, breezy morning here on Penobscot Bay. I got up early to weed the gardens and found our first irises blooming and one of our peony bushes has started to burst. We’re hosting a wedding this coming weekend so I’m hoping that the weather will stay cool all week so that the peonies, lupine and irises will all be flowering at the same time…if the gods are with us, the bride will have some wonderful places to use as stages for her photographs. I’ll take some pictures and show you during the next couple of days.
It was a quiet camping weekend here…lots of graduations in the area and school is still in session for the younger kids. Even though route one is a busy coastal road, we’re only seeing a trickle of people on the road and almost everyone has a reservation before they arrive.
But the quiet time in the park is a blessing. Saturday we had lunch with friends. One was a new locksmith who moved from San Diego to Brooks Maine in order to be with the love of his life. Interestingly, he was lamenting that he couldn’t make a living around here because no one locks their doors…so no one gets locked out or needs replacement keys. Who would have thunk it? It’s true, I only lock when we’re going away for a few days and I’m always caught by surprise when someone stops at the campground and locks the car door while they’re walking around…shoot, most of the time my keys are in the ignition…but please don’t tell anyone.
Yesterday I escaped with a picnic lunch to Windsor for the Fiber Frolic. The sun was shining, my CD player was loaded with great music and the top was down…I could have been 16 again except that I packed extra cloths because I wanted to be prepared for hot, cold or rainy weather…as I get older I’m certainly less tolerant of being uncomfortable. The drive from Searsport to Windsor takes you through rolling hills and beautiful farm country. If you visit us and want a pretty driving tour, come to the office and ask me to draw you a route that takes you along the St. George Byway and through Washington.
The temperature was a perfect 76 degrees. I got to the Frolic at about 10 AM and spent the day wandering around the booths of different farms, talking with artists about their preferred dye brands and came home with a new drop spindle made for making lace weight yarn (it’s so pretty) and a stash of cashmere, camel, llama and silk fiber. I mean really, don’t we live in a wonderful world?
Many of the vendors either teach, sell or participate in some way at Fiber College so there was the added benefit of visiting with old friends, seeing their new work and talking about our September plans. Based on some of what I heard, I’ll be starting a Fiber College Blog with occasional postings to keep everyone involved in the loop…you know weave a web of community 😉
While I was there the llama association had a small competition. First there were the leaping llamas…how high can your beastie jump? Then there were the limbo llamas…how low will your beastie go? Later the llama drill team performed in the big arena. If you can be here next year for this weekend, you should come even if your not a knitter or a spinner. You won’t find a more pleasurable, relaxed way to spend the day and you might find a new hobby. Every vendor booth is friendly, the hand made goods are terribly underpriced and beautifully made and you can eat a falafel sandwich while you watch the llamas leap…so cool.