I sat with the birds this afternoon after my walk.
I told Tonya, the Tufted Titmouse, all about the Weavers Guild meeting I went to.
Teakettle, the Carolina Wren came to listen.
I reassured all the birds I would still spend time with them. I just want to be with people sometimes. People who love fiber.
The Weavers are wonderful people. They were kind to me. They welcomed me into their group, with open arms. There was roving to buy after the meeting. Real roving, soft, lovely llama fiber. I met the lady who raises the llamas and sheers her llamas.
I am joining the Weavers Guild. I am joining the Fiber Guild.
One member offered to teach me how to knit. Another invited me to her home for a gathering. Another took me in under her wing. I fit right in. I belong.