It's the Farming Life for Me!

Yes, honeys, Laura has been busy at work reading the weaves of her sister, the Universe, and making fabric of her thoughts...

And out of the still, small distance, a friend breathed, and dared hope a whisper - "I have a friend," she says... the rest is a blur. Now, a few days later, a light sparkles. As being with child, not thinking of the painful or hard times, only the promise of new life - so is it here, now, with me. Thinking only of living on the Farm, tending horses and raising raspberries, watching Cat walk about in the soon-dewy grass, maybe planting a garden of our own... picking berries and making jam, taking pictures of the other girls' berry-smudged faces, breathing mist as the mornings grow chilly, and always with the artwork. Painting, writing, (it would be nice to get published again) crocheting scarves to sell at the farmer's market...

A little suburb of Portland, on the way to the coast, a big farmhouse with two wonderful girls, two dogs, a cat, and maybe, jes' maybe... d'ya hear me Ms Moon? ... CHICKENS!!

Yes honeys, it looks like the farming life for me.