There is something about this community here, part poor uneducated people, part intelligent (not to say poor and uneducated are not) artisan, hippy types. Up here most of the women my age are grey, not colored hair and giving generous people. Oh you don’t have a roof rack, grab our kayak at this dock, use it. Oh your dill did not come up? Here take this giant armload full of dill from the garden. Oh before you go, would you like some lettuce? Here are 5 giant bunches. Oh you spin, come join our group on Wednesday nights, this is where me meet, bring your wheel or your knitting or a drop spindle, come! Do you need a ride? Meet me here.
I tell my friend my fear of judgment from others, my narcissistic leanings, I have known her for years, I trust she loves me anyway. She tells me, that is the thing up here, there are those that judge you, and you just smile and nod, but the rest, for the most part, don’t judge at all, are welcoming and want to work together.
I love this.
She has this giant garden, well more than one, and her veggie garden has been raided so often by her dogs that she had to build a fence, but rather than do so out of lumber, she has raided the forest for long branches.
And to go with my last post: