The wind is blowing fierce and cold this morning and I need to put the row covers back on the raised beds of lavender because winter will be returning with another blast this week.  But instead I stood in my warm little studio stirring what will become lavender-patchouli soap, glancing at the yarn that has finally dried in exactly the shades I was intending and generally feeling pretty happy with my world.  Then out the dutch door I saw an incredibly handsome man put air in the tires of the car parked outside the barn.  And once again I wonder why he fell in love with me – simple plain me.  I could feel the blood drain from my face and tears well up.  I do not deserve this man.

I blinked. I stirred some more.  I breathed deep. Then I flicked my ipod on and did a little crazy ecstatic dance as Willie Nile sang You Gotta Be a Buddha in a Place Like This.
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