Talking to myself
I couldn't miss seeing the moon on the western horizon as I pulled onto the highway this morning to go to work. Words escaped my lips, "Oh My God!" It was enormous; so big that it looked like a destination.
It's autumn and Mother Nature is beginning the show. I don't think it's going to be spectacular this year because of our very wet spring and cool, dry summer, but still beautiful. On the left is a branch from my favorite ash in the back yard. I love watching this tree turn color -- a pic won't do it justice, but I had to try. On the right is a sumac in the ravine; the pic is kind of dark, but you've never seen a more vibrant red -- and it's positively illuminated in the sunshine!
I set up the ball winder and swift last night and went to work with the Cascade 220. I bought 12 hanks with St. Brigid in mind, though I don't think I'll need them all; I wound all but two into balls. DH is fascinated by the mechanics of the swift; having returned from walking the dog, he enjoyed the little bit of breeze generated by the winding, also. Afterwards, I settled in with the second St. Brigid sleeve and worked my way into the third repeat.
Tomorrow is my day off and I hope to catch up with the Queen of The World and her merry band of Thrummers. It means a trip to the LYS (I know, poor me) for the material with which to thrum. Thrum, drum, rhythm; I hope I find mine. Oh, and I love Norma's thoughts about these mitts (and there's a great story, to boot!).