...we borrow freedom."
In Bucks County there is a quaint grouping of shops called "Peddler's Village". It's touristy, but it also involves a drive thru beautiful Bucks County to get there. So the Better Half and moi headed there this weekend to take in the beautiful golden sunshine, the rolling landscape and some wineries. Well, that was the plan. As it turns out we spent waaaaay too much time in Peddler's Village, most of our time in a marvelous little Italian shop where Dorothy insisted on feeding us sample, after sample, after sample. She was a smart cookie because we bought sample, after sample, after sample. Which meant...only one winery visit on the way home.
While strolling thru the village this old weather vane immediately caught my eye and before my Better Half knew what hit him, he was standing there holding my purse and I was clicking away. One look at this weather vane and he KNEW he'd be abandoned for awhile. The subject, the shadows, the blue and green aging, the texture.....sigh.
I love horses...always have. My dad made a promise to me when I was a child that he would get me a horse when I turned 16. I'm sure it was a throw away gesture to get me out of his hair. Poor guy was the lone guy in a house full of girls, he probably just wanted some peace and quiet. But I was SURE I was going to get that horse. I had it all planned out....it was going to live in our one car garage! No problem! Did I mention we lived in suburban Philly? It wasn't prime horse country...it wasn't horse country AT ALL. It's sort of been a running joke all these years between dad and me. "Yeah, I know you're STILL waiting for that horse Kathy!". Instead, when I turned 16 I got a puke green Maverick, "The Mav" as it was "affectionately" called. And it did not even fit in our garage.