who are you?

The moisture in the woods has called the toadstools up.

Some have been nibbled.

I came upon this caterpiller, near the river.

At least he wasn't sitting on a toadstool!

....but he did inspire me to pick up my old and tattered copy of Alice's Adventures...

one of my favorite books to read and reread...

Caterpillar: Who are YOU?

Alice: This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. I -- I hardly know, sir, just at present -- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

advice from a caterpiller or chapter 5

....(YOU ARE OLD FATHER WILLIAM)

...takes on new meaning for me these days....

shine

The sun has not been shining much on the riverrim, but the skies opened up over the weekend..and ....oh my...

Fresh cool breezes made time in the garden very pleasurable. The broccoli and currants are keeping me busy. In the late afternoon, the wheel is taken out to the deck and I'm glad to sit down for a few moments and ply the singles that I spun on the CPW...the bobbin turned out 196 yards of 18 wpi 2ply of Allspice alpaca. The luster is surprising!

A new project has been started for Paco Fino. Two strands of the alpaca are carried over size 11 needles...

the pattern is still under construction in my mind and I have come to a junction where I need to stop and put the pattern onto paper ~ it requires math. And while I pause to contemplate and tabulate...my fingers find a spindle and silk, and a third thread is destined to become part of this stole.

In an attempt to keep ahead of myself, I've been spinning the next batch of Allspice on the Great Wheel. I load the quills to about 100 yards so the cops are not too heavy. I've been plying off from the makeshift lazy kate and onto the Ashford...I'm pleased with the results, but have not photographed them yet.

bees eye view

The daylilies are putting on a big show with a fabulous burst of color in the garden. My kind of fireworks!

Have a safe and happy 4th of July !!!

raven

I'm mostly certain that this raven has a fairy in its mouth. What I'm not certain about is why. You don't think it is going to eat the fairy, do you? I've seen these types of fairies by the river before, usually they are kind that rides on the back of the dragonflies. You don't believe me, do you?

Moments in the morning are spent prepping Alpaca for the evening spin. I've been filling the handcards and dizzing off of them.

This basket usually takes two hours worth of spinning to empty and fills two of the CPW bobbins halfway--which is perfect because when I ply, the third bobbin is filled to the max.