They have sixty acres of land, most of it fields for growing straw for the livestock, some of it streams and tangles of brambles and trees, horrid thickets of wild roses that do me mischief whenever they're able. Five acres are for the farm proper, and one plus a bit more for the house. I've always lived in the city, so distance is, for me, divided
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I think I might be purling! And knitting! Together! It's sloppy, but I'm figuring it out. So We should hang out soon, with our without the excuse of knitting class. I'll be home in one week.
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But, yes, let's please. Unless I am horribly misinformed I believe Lady Tapestry shall be venturing home around the time you are, as well!
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More than anything, I just wish there were a few pictures of you in these places.
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So do I! My camera was stolen last year, and I can't bring myself to get another.
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The only real problem is that while I love my grandmother and my boss, I wouldn't want to live with either of them, let alone a weird hybrid of both of them. Although I think I'd adore my host beyond all reason if I only worked with her, I'm a bit exhausted of her company.
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