I could watch Frieda and Maria all day, I call them my own “Thelma & Louise,” two man-haters and wanderers  taking care of each other, loving one another completely and without reservation. I am lucky to love them both, today on Crystal Hill Maria and Frieda went crystal hunting together, each digging up some stones, pushing away some leaves. They both got lucky, they are always on the same path, they are not two things but one thing bound together through life. Frieda seemed to get the idea, they understand one another without the need for language.