I set the goal to visit as many meaderies as I could, and also get some shopping done. In retrospect I probably should have arranged the order of these two activities a bit better.
Sundays are mead days. Walking into the intoxicatingly sweet mead scented building and breathing deeply I feel a sense of pure joy and excitement settle over me. It's the feeling you get when you are doing what you love.
I arrived home from work, late in the evening one night last week and stopped at the barn to say hi to the horses, as I usually do. Hubs drove down the hill to the barn and rather than his usual greeting, he started with, "You just missed the show." This statement always strikes a bit of fear in my heart.