9 years. I’ve slowed down a lot, mostly because I don’t have the time or talent to do it well. But still, I blog.
This weekend the birdbath was like a savannah watering hole to all kinds of insects. We were watching them, and feeling a little jealous (not having a lake nearby to cool off in ourselves), between rounds of drywall taping/mudding/sanding and trips to the hardware store.
I’ve been spinning a tiny bit lately. The fleeces I brought home from Colorado are going to be rugs, some day. No pictures yet – I’m thinking of plying the Black welsh mountain and Cotswold cross together for a ragg effect.
