
I am ready for November; I am ready for holidays and staying indoors. I am going to churn out loads of yarn this chilly season. Bring it on!
Above is the creek behind our house after a heavy rain this week.

I am ready for November; I am ready for holidays and staying indoors. I am going to churn out loads of yarn this chilly season. Bring it on!
Above is the creek behind our house after a heavy rain this week.
This isn’t the S’E2S’E project I’d planned on doing today. I had a 4-ounce bag of Clun Forest raw wool I was going to wash and dye. I dropped it into the wash water… noticed it seemed to have poop pellets in it. Possibly a lot of poop pellets. Then I noticed the locks were extremely short. I thought of picking all that poop out of that wool, and then fussing with the little locks that I would barely be able to hold between my fingertips as I tried to flick them. Then I thought of how I was not going to enjoy one moment of this project. Then I double-checked the price on the bag, not that it matters, and it was four dollars. I thought, I could just dump this out on the ground and forget about it and the lousy four dollars I spent on it. And I did!
I took out another little satchel of S’E2S’E, also sold to me aw raw wool, but in much, much better condition. That is what you see here; it is Lincoln Longwool – LONGwool, I emphasize. I am going to enjoy this one. Looks like mohair, doesn’t it?


This is X, obviously, last night at the Skunk Hollow Tavern in beautiful Hartland, Vermont. That is NOT me in the background behind him; it’s someone else with excessively long, straight red hair.
X likes tavern-type places. I prefer exotic cuisine, but I like to make him happy.
Today my father has been on my mind, gone four years today. I went and did my shopping, and I greeted everyone the way he would have greeted them. I bought a lot of everything, because he always bought a lot of everything, because, “this way you have it.” You can’t argue with that.

Fall chores are done. 250 bales of hay are lofted. Seven fleeces are shorn. 56 toes are trimmed.
Oh that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Oh that magic feeling, nowhere to go, nowhere to go…
OK, so I am caught up on vacation posts and book review posts! Back to my boring mundane run-o-the-mill life!

Nasty-urtiums protected by the eaves are still alive, and smacking my gnome in the face.

The Burlington/Colchester bike path bridge over the Winooski River; Colchester shown (for its representation in my VT251 album).

Basically the two strongest pillars of my philosophy towards life.

Yesterday we went up to St. Jean-sur-Richilieu for one of our favorite bike rides, the Chambly canal. At Chambly we went to one of our favorite brew spots, Bedondain. And it just happened to be Free Corn Day. Semi-charmed kind of life.
Yesterday may have been the best day of my summer, and that’s an extremely high bar.
