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This weekend is our flower and strawberry festival.  It is such a fun time, but way to hectic.  With E being sick last week, I didn't even think to pull out her dancing skirts until today.  Eeek, they are all to short!  I should have known and been better prepared, but that's the story of my life.
Of course, I only have today to get a new one made.  Tomorrow, I'll be in her class all morning.  Then she has a therapy appointment, and I have class.  Friday is a no go for sewing also.  After I drop E off for school, I have to run home and dip about 50 kabillion strawberries so they are ready for Saturday.  (Mmm, chocolate straberries)  Then it's off to my cousin's house to work on our flowers.  She lives in the next town, so I'll have to run back, pick up E and my mom, who no longer drives, back to N's house to hopefully finnish the flowers before 5pm, then it's the 2 hour drive up the coast to our reservation.
We'll be there until about 1am.  We'll get home around 3am, get a few hours of sleep, then we're back on the road to the res.   Driving up the coast on a saturday afternoon is not my idea of fun.  If the weather is nice, which all reports say it will be, I'll have to dodge people out for a joy ride with no idea how to drive on windy mountainuos roads, motor homes, and the crazy bycyclists who insist on taking their lives into their hands by riding on roads that barely have enough room for two cars to pass one another! (boy that's a long sentence!)
I know, I'm complaining, and its sounds like I don't want to go.  But really, it is one of my favorite times of the year.  The girls all look so pretty dancing around the fire with their wreaths of fresh flowers, it's like something out of a dream.  And Saturday, we get to eat strawberries for the first time this year.   There is much laughter and teasing.  

And of course, I think of my Dad.  When I'm singing his songs and watching my daughter do the dances he taught me, I can feel his presence, and I know he is happy.  It is a time of new beginnings, a time to remember all the ones we have loved and who are now gone, but still a part of our lives.
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 Not much in the way of sewing going on around here.  I'm kind of at a stand still with the Archery gown.  Part of the deal with it being my class project is that I have to actually work on it in class!  Seeing as I am happy with the bodice and sleeve, the only thing I have left to drape is the skirt, so I'll have to wait until I have class time to start on that.  I really should start work on the chemise, what with it being cut out and all.  *sigh*  Perhaps tonight.  I also need to start on E's new faire dress.  She wants a pink one, go figure.  I have an idea of what I want to do,  I just need to get the pattern altered and get the fabric.  My scanner is down at the moment, but once it's fixed, I'll put up my lame sketch.  I am not an artist by any stretch of the imagination! 
It's depressing really, my dad was an amazing artist.  He could draw anything, and used to amuse the waiters at restaurants by drawing caricatures of them.  We got many discounted meals this way!  He was also a wood carver.  He would pick up a piece of wood and it would tell him what it was.  There were many times when people would bring him wood and ask him to carve them a bear.  A few days later they'd come back and he'd hand them a dancer, or a deer.  When they asked why it wasn't a bear, he'd answer them by saying the wood wanted to be a deer.
I miss him a lot this time of year, as it was his favorite time of year.  It makes me sad that E never got to know him.  He passed away 6 years before she was born.  But I tell her stories and teach her the songs and traditions he taught me, and that were such a big part of my life growing up.   She looks at his portrait on the wall and knows who he is.  I know he would be proud of her.  She knows most of his songs better than I do, and sings them with great pride knowing they were Grampa Bun's. 
Sorry for being so maudlin, this time of year just gets to me sometimes. 

I love you dad, and miss you more than words can say.



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