July was a beutiful month around here. It must have been wearing roller skates because it went by in a flash. I did manage to capture a few images. One of the activities I've done involve wading pools. I had been taking the children to a local pool until an unsavory event occurred. After library story hour, we proceeded to a park. Swimming in the wading pool had been cancelled for the morning in favor of what was billed as the Goldfish Derby. Buckets of little fish had been dumped into the pool and the children were given cups with which to catch some fish to take home. When the event was over, there were a number of fish left. No problem, in the view of the park workers. They drained the pool and used push brooms and power washers to push the poor little fish down the drain. We don't go there any more.
On a happier note, a number ofthe knitters I hang around with on Wednesday nights went to Shakespeare in the Park. This is theatrical group has been putting on productions in Delaware Park in Buffalo for the past 35 years. The current play is MacBeth. The twist is that all of the cast members are female. It was a real treat. Together our group "knit the ravelled sleeve" and truly enjoyed the Scottish play.
Yesterday was another great day. I went to New York State's Amish country. The weather could not have been more perfect.
The Amish live in Leon, Cherry Creek and Randolph, NY about an hour and a half from me. It was a pleasant drive and we had a great time buying the goods for sale. The way it works is that you pick up a map of the area from one of the local stores and then drive to the different homes to shop. Families specialize in weaving rugs, basketry, furniture making, quilts etc. Our group boosted the economy very nicely. We ended our day with a stop at a cheese factory.
These bird houses are made from gourds. The shape and height are intended to attract purple martins, which eat tons of mosquitos. The small stacks of grain in the background are oats. They are cut and put into these sheaves and dried on the ground for two weeks. The oats are then used to feed the hourses for the winter months.
This is a workshop of a family that specializes in weaving rugs. I had a nice conversation with the lady who was in the shop. As she knotted the fringe on a newly-woven rug she described the materials she used and the patterns she enjoyed weaving. I told her about my rigid heddle. "One heddle?" She smirked, and tried not to laugh. I have officially been mocked by an Amish woman.
We had the nicest picnic you could image. (Picture individual blueberry pies, for instance) We foung the loveliest spot near a garden and enjoyed the birdsong and breezes the day had to offer. Hope you had a nice July, too.