I drove south, she crossed the border and drove north and we met in Niagara wine region, at Jordan Village.
It's funny when you meet bloggers in person because it is very like catching up with an old friend, you already know them so well. We share many interests and she has an uncanny knack of picking the same knitting patterns that I want to knit! It is much nicer to be face to face of course and we had a wonderful, if too short afternoon. Lynne, did I ever mention that there was a huge outdoor flea market around the corner when I drove home? Next time!
I was surprised when I got home and found I had a little camnesia and only got this photo of this colourful yarn shop we visited in the village. Lynne did better and you can read her very thoughtful post here.
The reason I was so neglectful in blogging this?
I was preparing for a show and sale at Carrot Fest at Everdale Farm
Long time readers may remember when I first visited this farm and their sustainable living tour before we moved to the area. Alas, we did not build a straw bale house or any eco-house for that matter as this green living? Unfortunately very unaffordable. I never thought I would be living a stone's throw from this organic farm, though.
Again with the camnesia (so unlike me) and only have this one photo of my table and the pottery was turned to the end at this point.
Behind me was this view:
Not exactly convention centre walls, right?
In front of me, there was many child-friendly activities changing throughout the day.
It was gorgeous and warm and really, I don't think I've had such a chance in quite a while to sit and chat and relax as I did this day.
I always marvel at the comments I get at these events.
I was asked many times, "You made these pots? All by yourself?"
"You made all the pottery? And the soap?" pause "And the calligraphy? You're very right-brained, aren't you?"
Most fascinating is how people perceive the scents of the soap. One woman was certain the floral one was grapefruit scented. Another could not smell the lemon grass at all, though her friend raved about it and so on. One person walked away when I mentioned that one in the middle basket that she had picked up was unscented. Everyone, male and female seemed to like the more masculine scents, cedarwood, patchouli, and the beer soap. I should be documenting this for a study!
Best of all was today, when I finally got a chance to sit outside and pick the leaves off the basil plants (frilly purple basil on the left) to make pesto and enjoy the last very warm days of September.
I let others do the busy work.