I want to write

I really do want to write a blog, but I am working way too hard. We are starting the last week before the Big Fair and although I am on schedule, there is still too much to finish.

Each day I print a pile of stuff, standing up as long as I can before I just have to quit. I like to get the pile of finished stuff about eye-level on the table, about 36 inches of work. I guess you have to see it to believe it.

A week ago I spent the day out at "The Site" fixing things up for the year. My good old friend Richard built what looks like a stage and we collaborated on a fine-looking fence behind it. I even bought a pile of new baskets to put on it.

We had a really good time, cracking ourselves up with our banter and construction-related jokes. He was my mentor on my house-building project, through the long decade, and more, of solving problems and trying to work within the limits of my stubborness and inexperience. We have finally reached the place where we can work together pretty well. Instead of arguing we playact the arguments we could be having if we were as defensive and indirect as we used to be (okay, I used to be, it's all my fault, okay?) It's a pleasure to have old friends, people who can weather the changes and grow in more-or-less the same direction. Like the trees on The Site.

There are some very tall trees. One leans over my booth, and I used to sleep under it until one fell, down the path a bit. It was quite dramatic. Now I sleep out of the direction of the lean of our big ash. When I sleep out there, which is only for about a week a year. Here's hoping I won't be spending an extra night like last year. (I will not complain, I will not complain.)

Looks like the hot weather has finally come, so I will go out to the shop and get some work done before it gets too sweaty out there. Here's one of the things cracking me up at the moment:






Blurry photo proves I am too tired to focus. I got 6 of these hats but they proved so hard to print I wasted three. I think they'll be fun to give away though. I'm keeping one for myself.

See you at Market tomorrow, and then on the 3rd, and then out there at The Site of the Big Fair.

After that I will have lots of time to write, lay in a hammock, and drink mango lemonade. And weed my garden. And recover.