I love April! I love the weather. I love seeing the new sprouting/blooming things. I love the promise of the growing season to come. I spied my first iris bud yesterday. And it’s a tall bearded! Be still, my beating heart!
When Wonderful Guy and I were buying the forsythia, on the way to the check out, he asked if I wanted to look around any more at the garden center. I said no…well….yes! I bought tomatoes. Yes I did! Not on sale, not with coupons, just out and out got my choice early in the season. I am moving them in and out, morning and night, and will do so for 3 more weeks. Maybe tomatoes before the end of July this year? I can only hope!
Last night at knit night at the lys, I took the Alison’s Scarf. I thought it had been long enough for that one. Turns out almost too long. I had to think long and hard on those directions before they came back to me, but come back they did, and I got 3 repeats done before calling it an evening. I’m glad to get back to work on it. I am not one to have a project, any project, languish.
Once home, there was more carding on the fleece. What I washed has dried very nicely, and what I have carded has worked very well. No felting, no more livestock odor, and the texture is like a cloud! I am thinking I need a special basket to put my little rolags to await spinning. (Hmmm…where can I find such a thing?) I also am thinking that I will start spinning some of what I have carded. It all part of the process, figuring out what I am doing, and if I am doing it right before I do it ALL wrong. I mean, if my little rolags don’t draft, or if I didn’t get enough of the veggie matter out, or if I figure out what I am doing isn’t working, I have the chance to change before I have processed the whole fleece to the unworkable state.
And I had lunch with Youngest Daughter and Grandbebe Girl today. What a treat that was!
Wonderful Guy joined us for lunch, then after work, and a walk with Best Dog Ever, we took a ride on the Bandit. It was a great night for a ride. Yes, I surely do love this time of the year.
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