slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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I guess it’s time for me to write about the woven hats, huh? There’s not a whole lot to say. I loved making them. It was easy and relaxing. A bit stinky, but I’ve never been one to care about that much. After a few days of soaking, the cattails and bulrush smelled sort of…
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The felters gave Mother Nature some serious competition.
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There sure were a lot of purty flowers up at the John C. Campbell Folk School. Dogwood Bluebells White Trilliums Saucer Magnolia
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In the British camp Today’s reenactment of the Battle of Guilford Courthouse was chilly and muddy but at least the rain stopped. This reenactment is notorious for its bad weather (for around here, anyway). I had forgotten that the event was moved to Price Park last year, which is a little dodgy for taking photos…
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Yay – it’s a Snow Day in Greensboro, and I have the day off! I want to say a few last words about the Park Seed hoo-ha, and then I’d like to put this issue to rest. This is directed to the marketers who are monitoring this blog. How’s the weather in Savannah? Bloggers, especially…
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The clouds rolled in, but it was still warm enough this morning that I worked up a sweat wearing a T-shirt. Mainly, I shoveled compost. I finished the shelf supports in the greenhouse, but it may not work. I could not get the frame spreaders as tight as the instructions wanted me to, resulting in…
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To follow my trip, photos, and journal from the first day, you can begin at Leaving Home and follow the links at the top of each post.
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Sandino Galore at the Arno River in Firenze, in front of the Ponte Vecchio.
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I just wrote a short research paper for my class, you know, the one that went to Italy? Turns out that we had to do something other than drink wine and eat heartily for credit. Bummer! Now I can get back to writing up my journal. Here’s part of my paper. The other part is…
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Li vedrò questa estate. I will see you this summer. Domenica, 22 ottobre 2006 I arose early and took some final shots of the farm and the main buildings in the morning mist. We ate a quick breakfast and bid a sad goodbye to this wonderful place, boarding the same private bus that took us…
slowly she turned 