Every time a child says, "I don't believe in fairies," there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
James Matthew Barrie, Peter Pan

Friday, March 6, 2015


Waiting. Not very patiently I might add, for all this snow and ice to go on its merry way. Trying to sell a house in the frozen north is not ideal. We visited an alpaca farm at the weekend, Faraway Farm, in Westchester, NY. It was so wonderful to be around these graceful animals once again, and to make plans for my own small herd. It is so hard to keep my excitement contained, the thought of us actually moving to a farm, and having horses, alpacas and chickens, a real vegetable garden. I just can't. But until this house sells nothing I can do about those dreams other than box them off, with the rest of our stuff, which is packed and waiting. Meanwhile I knit.
At Faraway Farm I bought a ball of  the rose grey alpacas Aladdin and Fiesta's yarn and started a pair of mittens for Amelia Rose. She of course ripped them out while I was sleeping the other night, being the crazy little monster she is! I managed to save them, and so off I go, dreaming while knitting, knitting while dreaming. Waiting..impatiently.

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