Rosehip and Hull

as much as that sounds like a pub in ireland..
'tis the next step on the peace trail..
libraries are wonderful spots for travelers..
warmth and clean bathrooms,
pleasant folks welcoming one..
at least an hour on the wide web..
and then all those books!
i left the coupeville library with a satisfied smile..
the blog safely tucked in for the afternoon..
on my way to rosehip farm,
i saw the local sheriff in his sweats
gathering his mail from the box;
waiting for his children's schoolbus!
JUST LIKE US!
i ambled into the rosehip farm
and helped myself to the back door..
suddenly i am in a rowdy pool hall..
it's the sound of money on video
with valerie on the couch sniffling..nursing a cold.
BE WELL!
we introduced ourselves,
i shed off my shoes and slipped on her slip-ons
and went out to the gardens..
where i met the fresh faces of linda, the farmer
erika, the farm hand and CHARLEY, the huge..
the afternoon was grey, the grey that re-creates the soul
(not my poetics)
yet the light in those faces and from the very earth herself was big..
as big as CHARLEY's tail..
back at the farmhouse,
i pulled out carolyn's pie recipe and clip to gift my hosts..

Ah! the spoon..
it started at the pot luck with capt. d's handmade holly wood spoon.
i was to give it away on my travels..
i hesitated briefly as i am a spoon lover and collector myself..
i did, however, see the bigger picture
so decided to offer the spoon to my first host, irmi..
i asked if she would offer a gift to the next house..
which she did in a heartbeat..a spoon from her special friend in germany..
carolyn received the colourful spoon
and offered a pewter clip and apple pie recipe..
which i will include soon..
the pie went to rosehip farm and garden
cheque them out at:
rosehip@whidbey.net
they be great girls working the earth!

we chattered away, erika took her leave
and we had a delicous meal of veggie soup with
beans from..where?
olde, heirloom treasures that erika brought back from????
a call from erika tells us the port townsend ferry is down.
a hole in the hull..
imagine that!?
there is a catch in the bigger get-along..
never mind my hip..
made some calls with a promise of a boat..maybe..
i met harlan (pepper) the cat
had a hot..i mean hot tub..
soaked waay into the bone of things
then went a' sleeping in linda's upstairs bed..
(book on bedside..the path by chet raymo)
imagine! a stranger to one another
and she offers her bundle bed to me..
isn't this the peace we are?

early morning sliver moon right through the crack of lace curtains..
is there anything that is not divine?
erika arrives with kami, CHARLEY's girl..
a wiley, wildy wonderful dog..
after brekkie and dishes and laundry on the line
went for a walk..2 miler to the ferry..
to cheque on the service..
no pack..no weight
just a wander..
aire knees..
out for 3 days to 2 weeks..says the ferry gent..
news from a customer, not the department..
raven, yes! 2 ravens..
swooped me..
look! look!
a crab boat..
so over to see if i can hitch a ride..
a little slo to offer but brett and john
did say i could come back at 4pm;
they'd take me across..
ah!
on the walk back the very earth herself was so fragrant
honeysuckle and camomile..
the earth, i tell you..

the farmers finished early as the day turned nasty..
not quite the weather you'd enjoy taking a wee whaler across the big deep,
yet i was determined and linda offered to drive me down..
remember,
i had already walked the miles!
we waited, and walked and chittered away..
no show..
back to rosehip for
another dandy meal and sweet dreams.

...so it goes that down the road one finds adventure..
valerie leads us through some early am yoga...
tasty farm breakfast and
the three beauties walked me a while,
sending heirloom beans (1 pound, mind you!)
from their own fields..
to carry to wendy at the yoga lodge..my next stop!
from coupeville to greenbank
peace is a slow wind, an easy stride..
the brilliance of only this now!