Saturday shone bright and warm, full of tall snow capped mountains and warm, piercing sun that filled us with light. We headed to Woodland Park for a winter market. We haven’t been there since Nancy passed away and since we were the 5 Farmgirls. I was surprised by the outpouring of support and joy in seeing us again. We went as Pumpkin Hollow Farm and Garden Fairy Apothecary. Each market worker hugged me as I came in. Folks stopped by the table and recognized me.
“You’re the goat lady!” one gal said.
I wasn’t sure if she was remembering me or Nancy.
She said, “You used to come with your sister!” Sister, yes, just not biological.
It was me that she meant because her son came over to the table and when she asked if he remembered me he replied enthusiastically, “Yes, she’s the goat lady!” He remembered when I would bring the baby goats on a leash and let kids bottle feed them. It left an impression and he was excited for this year’s goats to come to the market.
It was good to be back and we look forward to the remaining winter markets and this summer Emily and Maryjane will be joining me once again at the Woodland Park farmer’s market.
Sunday was a lovely day as well. We taught a soap making class and friends came to visit. Our Broncos did not win their game but Maryjane filled the disappointment with laughter. She is full of fun and hugs and surprises. Dressed in her Bronco best, she makes the most darling cheerleader. She sat on the couch hooping and hollering next to Papa with a kitten on her lap.
The snow began to fall thick and blanketing as we came home last night from dropping Maryjane off with her mother. This morning a foot of snow lay glittering and peaceful across the expanse of space. Doug was insistent that we could make it to Elizabeth for him to work at the coffee shop so we did our best to get out of the driveway only to get stuck in a snowdrift a mile down the road. Our neighbor’s son came along and helped us out and we toddled back to the house ready to embrace the snow day at hand (which means housework and taxes but maybe a bit of reading and relaxing will take place too!).
I am warmly humbled by old friends and acquaintances, reliable, friendly neighbors, and wintery weekends mixed with sun and snow. Back in my snow globe away from the world I am warm and comforted by winter’s encompassing embrace. Back to the garden books with a cup of hot chocolate I go.
I really do love a fresh blanket of snow!!! Especially when I don’t have anywhere to go 🙂
Now it’s time for me to grab my seed catalog and get ready for bed. Nothing like a good seed catalog for some bedtime reading.
Sadly, we do have to attempt to get out today!
I am a Yeopim Indian and I would like to know what your great grandmother’s name was that you said was Yeopim Indian. Also where was she born? Her maiden surname.
Her name was Ann Roberts, March 11, 1778-February 6, 1868. She was born in Permiumans, NC. Her parents were John Roberts and Sarah Milbourn.