Good morning! Saturday is when I sell a week's worth of spoon carving at the local Farmers Market. It is a beautiful setting on the old town square here in the Ozark mountains.
Since I am house-sitting in town this week (why I have the internet now) I slept in til 6:30 am, rolled out to a morning cool for August but with bright sun. Old car pre-packed, coffee in hand, in 5 minutes I was setting up umbrella, spoon-bench and tools at 7 sharp.
I love the market. Many friends were there for me and strangers stopped to watch a spoon grow out of a tree and talk "spoons" with me. (I learned definitely how to discern what kind of winter we'll have by splitting open the seed of the wild persimmon tree). I saw old JW friends who I liked so much whose eyes dragged past me and whose feet flashed past me. I wish we could have talked.
I missed the young busker whose fiddle makes my kitchen spoons clatter against my knee and dance in my fingers while I should be carving. But instead I heard the melody of a saxaphone and a bass fiddle--lovely.
I had children stop for a long time loving the noisy mess I made and loving the hatchet and gouges. Other vendors asked about my health, we joked and encouraged one another. One friend's cancer is back, she was reluctant to tell me so as not to discourage me--but we talked at the end of market as she helped me clean up my chippy mess. We are resolved to enjoy each day of life and not count the days with sadness. she is such a good woman.
After that my youngest son bought a lovely take out-of lasagna for us to share and we split a large Guiness from the package store. My day wound down to just me and the cat in the house I am "sitting" til Tuesday evening.
Thank you, friend, for asking. It is good to share what we DO with a Saturday now we are not tormenting ourselves and others with a sale's pitch from Brooklyn.
Maeve