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After coffee we headed to the old Taylors Falls train depot to check the annual Crafts and Fine Arts Sale by area artisans, which continues through tomorrow. We suggest it's worth the trip. BH bought something or other from a potter, Guillermo Cuellar, whose stoneware we've used for years. Almost all of our round artisan loaves are baked in one of his cloches.
Taylors Falls Artisans celebration
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All of which reminds us that we're grateful to live in the beautiful St. Croix River Valley and share it with cool, friendly local businesses and artisans and one of the first official Wild and Scenic Rivers.
Locals
By James Lasdun
They peopled landscapes casually like trees,being there richly, never having gone there,and whether clanning in cities or village-thin standswere reticent as trees with those not born there,and their fate, like trees, was seldom in their hands.Others to them were always one of twoevils: the colonist or refugee.They stared back, half disdaining us, half fearing;inferring from our looks their destinyas preservation or as clearing.I envied them. To be local was to knowwhich team to support: the local team;where to drop in for a pint with mates: the local;best of all to feel by birthright welcomeanywhere; be everywhere a local...Bedouin-Brython-Algonquins; always therebefore you; the original prior claimthat made your being anywhere intrusive.There, doubtless, in Eden before Adamwiped them out and settled in with Eve.Whether at home or away, whether kidsplaying or saying what they wanted,or adults chatting, waiting for a bus,or, in their well-tended graves, the contented dead,there were always locals, and they were never us.
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