There is an art festival this weekend so there are tents and tents of handmade pottery, ceramics and clothing. Coffee shop next door. Open patio. Perfect weather.
Right now I can hear a beautiful wooden pan flute being played by a man set up at a table next door. I think he’s playing Scarborough Fair. For real.
Hiked Friday on Snodgrass trail. Through the Ancient Aspen Grove. Surprised I didn’t fall multiple times (given my natural grace) because I was snapping a picture at every turn, in awe of the beauty everywhere.
Away with Macgyver and the boys.
Wry is happy. And grateful.