

One of the old roads in this county. Runs near our land.
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One of the old roads in this county. Runs near our land.

What to read next. I was over zealous on my last trip to the library.
What I consider to be treasures, is questionable. To my amateur Archeaologists eye I see a story, others may just see garbage. Walking through our land I found these throw away things that were tossed to the Kitchen Midi ages ago, when this land was ploughed and nurtured. People lived here. Now I find their broken pieces and can only imagine their daily lives.
I had a fun few hours helping to harvest my CSA farm’s field of flax. I love getting my fingers in the soil. Hand harvesting makes you connect with the soil like nothing else. It’s inspiring to see a community of like-minded people come together for a common goal. Harvest flax, make fibre, make clothes. The spinning display was a marvel. I need to add spinning to my life for sure.