…might be a personal record or something. Lately I haven’t been able to think of anything to post about and trying to come up with my usual three a week was kind of a struggle. Apparently that is not the problem this week – I can’t seem to shut up! Today I’m covering a few things – Cummington included. ;o)

First, Jazz would like me to thank you all for your well-wishes. She is feeling much better and is LOVING the chicken and rice diet (so much for it being a punishment) and can’t WAIT until Momma lets her off the string (she gets walked on a leash until the vet says otherwise. yay.) so she can maybe catch those stupid birds who are mocking her…

Second, I wasn’t very clear on Tuesday’s post. That peony blossom is the first one that particular plant has given up in the five or so years since I bought it as a bare root plant (cheap!) at Walmart.com in 2003 – or it might have been 2002 – and planted it. I thought for sure it was yellow…I am so very happy it’s not. You see, the other peony (the one on the right) is also a light pink:

This year it looks like she is going to give me six (!) blooms. Amazing!!

Last but not least, we have Cummington. It happens to be my favorite fiber festival – and it is also where I learned to spin two years ago. This year I went more for the people than the ‘stuff’ (at least, that’s what I told myself after I found out that Foxfire didn’t have any batts left) ;o)

I witnessed the birth of a fleece:

Dave in fine leg (and Marcy looking very confused – and some woman who I don’t know but wouldn’t sell me her Canadian Production Wheel so I blurred out her face…hehe):

…and I’m calling this one “BUSTED!” or “Now We Know What Laurie Does When She Thinks No One is Looking”:

After some fine wine at lunch (thanks Carole and (blogless) Sharon for feeding me!), we stopped by Amy’s booth – which is where I did the most damage to my wallet:

Then on to the next…

and finally, a bit of yarn.

Overall a good day that ended with me spinning on my Golding spindle at the first car club cruise of the year in Canaan, CT and falling into bed, exhausted, at 10:30 which is completely out of character for me. I think it might have been the getting up before 9 – which is early for me, I’m a night owl and have trouble sleeping before 3am – and wine at lunch (I’m a cheap date – ask RR) ;o)