I left Friday in torrential rain, bound for Seattle on a Greyhound bus. I was met at the station by the Photographer, rallied at home with the Fibre Artist, then spent the weekend visiting with them, and eating and drinking exceedingly well. We talked, laughed, teared up, went for a walk to the nearby gardens, drove on the freeway with death-defying manoeuvres in bucketing rain to get to a wool shop, shopped for yarn and patterns, meds and groceries, and sat in unexpected Sunday sunshine in the backyard, drinking tea, eating homemade cookies, and listening to a hummingbird's chirrup.
Unfortunately, on my first morning there, I awoke with a very sore throat so was not at my best the entire weekend. I blame this sad state of affairs for my pathetic lack of photo-making activity!
Aside from my friends, do you know what I love best about the U.S.A.? Australian wine for sale cheap cheap cheap at a pharmacy! Now that's what I call good medicine!
It was a wonderful tonic to meet up with two of my oldest, dearest friends.