It was a pretty weekend, Saturday was busy and by Sunday noon we didn't feel like doing anything at all. I sat and sewed and the younger wee ones were happy creating projects of their own. We stretched our legs by going for a bike ride. There is an old airstrip two miles or so from here that probably hasn't changed since its debut in the 1940's. There is even an old WWII beautiful plane in the hangar, it took my breath away when I snuck a peek through the windows. It is the perfect place for a picnic, though I must have the perfect dress and scarf to hold my hair in place. The picnic hamper must hold aged Jarlsberg cheese and a thermos of cider.
The picnic will have to wait, Henry has called me through the monitor..."Hi, Mom....Hi Mom....Hi Mom".
I really want to relive those hours spent sewing. It's nice to make things with your hands, isn't it?
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