This was my second time to teach at the Folk School. I cannot say enough good things about it: the remoteness, the mountains, the staff, the FOOD, the activities, and some very enthusiastic students.
This post is strictly about the weeklong class. Next post will be about the weekend class.
There were other classes going on at the Folk School as well, maybe 6 or 8 others. Anything from making chocolate truffles (we all wanted to be their friends), to paper arts, to blacksmithing, to dulcimer building, and more.
Bear with me as I try to give you a taste of what it is like to be in this magical place.
Coming out of the dining hall one evening I walked past this beautifully lit bunch of flowers. I don’t know what they are called but I’ve seen them all my life. Folklore is that once these flowers show up the first frost of the year is 6 weeks away. Loved the natural spotlight! See the mushrooms? They are carved, probably from some long ago woodcarving class, and randomly placed around the flower beds.
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