


A fearsome foray into my fiber follies. I talk about weaving, knitting, spinning and dyeing. Some chatter about the sheep, goats, pigs and chickens.
I spun up 8oz of one of the colorways. I just sat and spun singles, not giving it any thought. After the "three bags full" escapade of nasty wool, this was such a joy! Last night I began plying. It has been a long time since I've spun painted roving and forgot that I don't like barber pole yarn. I had spun it a bit too thick to Navajo ply, so I'll have 8 oz of barber pole. The other two 8oz bumps I'll spin thinner and preserve the color changes.
So, Dalis, Anne and Bev came up for a few days because it is sap season and they wanted to experience tapping, gathering and boiling. And they did! They even made maple cream. Now Bob has to start brewing sap house beer and whiskey!
I saw quite a few Red Wing Black Birds yesterday and our Blue Heron returned. That means Spring is around the corner. Now to peruse the Johnny Appleseed catalog.