Here is my bff,
with the hatchet,
looking like she is searching
for a run away chicken,
instead of pounding in the open sign
up at the road !
The village of Vevay,
pronounced Vee-vee,
quiet and still on Sunday morning,
sits on the banks of the
mighty Ohio River.
This heavenly home and barn
belong to a lovely fiber worker, Melodee,
in Vevay. Just off in the
woods is her dye kitchen !
Perfect .....
