This blog has now moved to "Cady May's Corner"
http://cadymayscorner.blogspot.com
where I post a bit about spinning, spindolyns and sheep and farm stuff.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

merino with morning coffee

Everyone's bliss is different. In the holler, there are many simple experiences that put me in the now. My porch early in the morning is a place I can count on for peaceful breezes and a variety of birdcalls , when I combine that with merino and coffee, my contentment is complete.

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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

They're UP!

well, I got the Alto Spindolyn up on the website (where you can read more about it and how it compares to the original spindolyn)... but forgot to post about it here, where you see below a sneak preview of it, laying down beside the original spindolyn and some berry colorish merino..

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The other stuff up are the hull-less pumpkins, and the willow leaf lima beans in the garden. Up in the pasture, the black rasperries are beginning to ripen, and the blackberries are plump green. Guess I should talk more about the alto spindolyn, but if I have a minute, I would rather spin on it than write about it.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Forget-me-nots for Dad's day

Even though I have been running in both directions lately, and still don't have the new Alto Spindolyn updated on the website, I wanted to take a minute to post a photo of these forget-me-nots that are blooming down by the pond and reflect a little bit. I appreciate y'alls patience with me.

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Some people are blessed with good looks or good luck, good location or great opportunities. Some people have to struggle to just get by.

I was blessed with great folks. Both my Mom and Dad are interesting and inspirational, smart and funny and the best friends I could ever ask for.

I feel blessed that I can still drive the 3.5 hours today to visit them on their farm. Every moment that I can still hear my Mom's laugh over the phone or feel my Dad's genuine hug in person is a blessing.

It doesn't seem to matter to my Dad that he can't remember 5 minutes, so he won't get the "full benefit" of it being fathers day. He will still be loving and cheerful, living only in the moment.

It doesn't seem to matter that mom's diagnosis becomes worse with each weekly doctor visit. She is still cheerful and inquisitive, positive and generous.

I will try and remember this always, and hope that I can strive to be this strong and sunny, no matter how difficult things become.