The ponies are rustling under their covers, not wanting to wake up or get out of bed. Theman and I have been up and at 'em for a while packing and preparing to head out for the Lake Oswego Arts Festival. I'm super grateful to have good house and pony and pig and puppy sitters showing up, knowing all will be well cared for at the 'stead. In their dreamiest of dreams, a weekend with the parental units away might otherwise mean sleeping in, watching tv, eating all meals on the sofa, and rebelliously blowing off the teeth brushing. They should have thought of all that that they'd be giving up when they asked for pigs. The farmer morning schedule does not come naturally to teenagers.
The rig is full of my loot for the show. The forecast is a little shaky. We artists are a hearty lot, though, as much as we like to feign oversensitivity. We wouldn't dare even approach the work if we weren't of rugged stock.
If you're in the Portland area and are up for a quick drive to nearby Lake Oswego (beautiful town!!), come by and see me and all the other beautiful art that will be on display!