Heathen gals are a breed apart. We’re a strong-minded and  stubborn sort but every once in a while we lighten up when we find a guy that will treat us right. In my case: I let a tall, dark, and handsome English fellow take me out to dinner this week. We had a picnic on a mountainside sharing our meals together and then I read out loud to him from the Edda. The sunset was gorgeous, the grass was soft, the bugs were barely biting, and I even remembered to pocket a little bit of drink into my flask for an after-dinner nip. A perfect date night for a woman with a hammer on her neckline…
What you see here in this image is a black sheep fleece and some reading.  This was carried on the back of my very handsome date: a 20 year old Fell Pony named Merlin. He was the gentleman who literally carried me off to dinner on the mountain. This photo was taken at the hillside where I tied him off on a small apple tree to graze while I ate, read, and took in the lore that creates the flavor of the faith. Between the Edda, the view, and the fine horse nibbling on green summer grasses I was beyond content.