The wind is blowing fierce and cold this morning and I need to put the row covers back on the raised beds of lavender because winter will be returning with another blast this week. But instead I stood in my warm little studio stirring what will become lavender-patchouli soap, glancing at the yarn that has finally dried in exactly the shades I was intending and generally feeling pretty happy with my world. Then out the dutch door I saw an incredibly handsome man put air in the tires of the car parked outside the barn. And once again I wonder why he fell in love with me – simple plain me. I could feel the blood drain from my face and tears well up. I do not deserve this man.
I blinked. I stirred some more. I breathed deep. Then I flicked my ipod on and did a little crazy ecstatic dance as Willie Nile sang You Gotta Be a Buddha in a Place Like This.
