I have this dream. In fact, I have a lot of them - awake ones. But there's one in particular.
It's me. In a farmhouse. Some land. Navah. A couple kids. And alpacas.
The sweet fuzzy guys (and gals) have stolen my heart.
I can't even remember how the idea got into my head in the first place. I must have read about an alpaca farm, about someone spinning their own yarn, making things out of the fiber from the animals they raised. I love the idea of being part of the start-to-finish process. The theme song from Little House on the Prairie starts to ring in my ears...
However it got there, I've nursed it through the years - sometimes quietly and sometimes boldly sharing it. The first time I ever met Navah, I shared my dream. It was to her benefit that she told me it was a beautiful one.
Together we had a delightful time yesterday at Pax River Alpacas - meeting the animals, watching some spinning, buying yarn, and asking a thousand questions of the incredibly friendly owners of this lovely alpaca farm. I can't wait to make something out of the deliciously soft yarn that I bought. Whatever I make, I'm sure I'll think of Asmara, the alpaca that grew all that gorgeous fiber for me, every time I wear it. Maybe I'll even wear it next time I visit her!
For now, our home is the city, and our days are filled with city things. But as we drove away, Navah and I agreed that one day, we'd love to live that dream.
Us. A farmhouse. Some land. A couple kids. Alpacas.