Here’s a picture of a pretty little knitted gift bag my Taos knitting friend, Laura, gave me. Tucked inside was a safety pin full of pearl and bead stitchmarkers. I’ll be reminded of her every time I use them.
Laura is the one who “founded” our knitting group that has become so close-knit (pun intended) over the past five months. It’s hard to believe we’ve been meeting such a short time, because we’ve all become fast friends. I will really miss them when I’m in Virginia, but I know that whenever I come back for visits they’ll be there on Wednesday nights.
Yesterday John, Mishka, and I went for a four mile mountain bike ride on a new trail. It’s actually a short forest road off of a tight curve of hwy 64 as it heads up the mountain towards Angel Fire.
What a gorgeous place. The road had only a few really technical spots for riding and it was bordered by a meandering creek and lush green grass. Mishka was in the creek right out of the truck. I don’t know how she knew it was there, but she was in it.
While we road she ran in and out of the creek, and the grass, and ran up the hill on the other side of the road, chasing who knows what.
At the end of the road was a pond surrounded by aspen and another track where we left our bikes and walked for a bit.
We found patches of wild iris all over the area.
In one place they were blithely taking over the human-made road.
Coming down the hill we rode about 10 to 12 mph and Mishka kept up the whole way. After her running, sprinting, and generally nosing about, she was filthy and pretty tired.
When we got home, she laid down by my sewing chair while I worked on a new project.
Here’s a teaser. I’ll post more tomorrow.
