Morning Glory

This morning was hurried and rushed. The alarm went off late. Our pup needed extra TLC. Where did I put my shoes!? The lid to my coffee cup was purposely hiding in the rear of the cupboard. My coat sleeve was that awkward inside-out and got stuck.

Oh, and did I mention the truck had to go into the shop?

So by the time I managed to get out the door, I was already frazzled. I tossed the keys in the truck, got my bag stuck in the door and tripped over a hellebore as I made my way out to the street to meet my ride.

Then I turned and glanced at our chionodoxa.

Ahhhhhh.

It was going to be alright.

Fall's Labor Blooms

Last November my DH and I spent hours and hours planting bulbs for the town streets and planters and parks. Hours.

It was hard and dirty work. It was cold. It went on and on and there was no respite from it.

I was not a happy camper. At all.

But yesterday when we were walking our pup, I saw that all of out labor had paid off. There were blooms popping up everywhere we looked. It was so pretty.

And mostly it was so nice to see something pay off. Now everyone can enjoy the flowers.

The best part? They spread. We don't have to do it again!!!

Morning Spin

Ever since I saw my cousin's spinning wheel when a was a wee girl, I wanted to try it out.

Naturally, I wasn't allowed to touch it. I could break it or get some gooey sticky slime on it that all wee children seem to exude from their hands.

So I didn't touch it. But I watched. I watched her spin. I watched the ladies at the country fairs spin. I watched the actors pretend to spin in the movies. Still, never spinning.

Then I saw a mitten with some unspun yarn laced through it - thrumming. I had to make a pair, of course. Which left me with some lovely unspun yarn - roving. What's a girl to do? I went to Rhinebeck and got a quick lesson on a drop spindle then picked up a beginner spindle for myself.

It was fun! And I made yarn and then knit it up into mittens.

I could pick any color and any texture I wanted and get just what I wanted. As long as it was bulky and soft, my spindle would spin it up.

But then, I went on a yarn crawl and found some ever so pretty pink lemonade Shetland wool. If I spun it thick, it would be cotton candy - but I knew it was pink lemonade. But my spindle wouldn't spin it thin and lacey.

So what's a girl to do?

I made a lightweight little sparkly lace spindle. So pretty!

Monday's View

I realized this morning that I have been terribly negligent in posting in a timely manner. Also that if I keep being so neglectful, the whole year could slip by without notice - as if I did nothing even though my days have been chock full of 101 things to do and see and go.

So even though its just a Monday bus ride, I thought I'd start the week off with a little post!

Here's to a good week filled with paperwork and taxes. Yay!