The evening light this time of year just sends me over the moon.

On the negative side: insomnia two nights in a row. And Xopher snapped at me tonight. I envy Kate’s life. She isn’t married.

There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that this is where I want to spend as much of my retirement as possible.

Above, the view from my window as I measure out my rug warp. You can hear them mooing from time to time.

The spot has beautiful hilltop views all around. Kate’s house is an idyllic little farmhouse. Kate runs the weaving school. I envy her life.

Don’t worry, the blues & greens are coming.

This respite between birthdaypalooza and weaving school is being spent intensively getting the mohair washed & dyed.

And this will be my color scheme. Look at it without glasses.

This is the pattern I’ve chosen, though the color scheme will be rather different.

This was “emerald” from my birthstone series of dyeing last year.

I’m not going to take them all out of the drawer again. Trust me, it’s 16. I’m going to have quite a collection to sell at the probably-non-existent fair this year.

The few, the proud, the appreciators of orange.

A rare double-shot, so maybe somebody can actually do an entire small project out of my stuff.

That makes 14 pandemic yarns.