Our neighbours over the way are pretty funky. They know this kind of lifestyle (off-the-grid) and they like to live it. They grow, they build, they forage and they ‘craft’ stuff. They can ‘go native’ with the best of them. All of it is pretty neat. They are pretty neat.
One day when we were visiting, Sally admired a cedar basket they had and, of course, that led to them saying, “Well, you can make them, you know? And this is the right time of the year to do it. Waddya say we go get materials tomorrow and make some?”
I demurred claiming that I had to clean my room and wash my hair but Sal was keen and so this morning they all headed off in moccasins, so to speak. A while later they came back with some cedar strips and, wanting to include me, they came to our back deck where I was working on a little side-table from ‘found’ materials…but with clean hair. We all sat down to ‘do’ baskets.
And then another local, ‘can-do-anything-type’ dropped by. Since I hadn’t foraged and I wasn’t an expert in anything, I was dispatched to make tea and gather goodies. “Would you like sugar and milk with that? Can I get you another napkin?”
Normally I limit my gracious-hosting to scotch-pouring (and sushi-making) but this time I had to be the chatelaine. I was pretty good. Gracious to a fault. Perhaps lacking in the charm and visual appeal somewhat.
While I was busy scurrying about looking after them, they got busy. And the pictures testify to their work and skill. An hour or so out foraging in the woods, a couple of hours spent crafting and drinking tea and eating sushi (yes, I had made some the day before and it was still presentable) and the day was half done.
Residing in paradise, living with Pocahantas, enjoying myself all the time…..well, it isn’t as easy as it looks. Sometime it is me who has to make the tea!