finally, it was all about winter!


This was a weekend of things indoors and out.  There was hiking before the snow fell and then again after, blue skies, gray skies, white outs , and a glorious full moon, loading the wood box, feeding the fire, homemade pizza, movies, knitting, and football. The den curtains were finally sewn together and rehung.  I read a little, cleaned a little, and feed the turkeys for the first time this season.  I relaxed, shoveled snow, drank beer, played word games and even read a bit.  The X-files returned.  

The celebratory after the game bottle of champagne.. it was not uncorked.  ( It'll keep a few more days.)



Friday's Photo



One week into the new year. I'd love to say things are slowing down and that we're settling into winter.  I would if we were. We aren't, it isn't.  I, Ball and Skein, have a show next week and it is all about getting ready.  By the same time this post is finished, the dye pots will have heated.  I've a day of dyeing ahead of me. 

It also looks like a perfect day for walking.  If the weather holds and I meet my goal....


There it is, my new word for this year.  It is a lofty goal, born of a wish to do and be.  



What a shame it would be to waste the gift of warm December days.  The weekend was gorgeous.  Taking a full Saturday off this time of year wasn't possible, but with a bit of planning, we got the afternoon freed up.   The morning was good work; going to the greenhouse for tropicals and the wholesale supplier where we get orchids, silk plants, and ribbon.  

The reward was lunch at a favorite restaurant and an afternoon hike.  


The light was spectacular.  



So were the views.  We made it back to the van just as the sun went down.  We decided to get a bit more work in Saturday night to free up Sunday afternoon.  Another beautiful day was in the forecast.  

I don't do a tree in my house these days.  After decorating all those corporate trees, I really like to keep it simple.   Tw0 weeks or so ago, when we cut all our brush, we also cut a tree for the deck.  As big as would fit into the van, it stands at about 9 1/2 ft.  Lights and (this year) balls.. Visible indoors and out.  



The outdoor pots are filled with greens for the winter.   The wreaths are hung.  If only the guy would come and wash my windows...

Terrarium #2



While I was at the floral supply buying ribbon and balls, I bought a new piece of glass for a second terrarium.  Some of the material I used in this one has been out of the woods for several weeks or more.  It is too early to know if either will be successful.  The temperature in the room has been warmer than I hoped.  Too wet, too warm, too.... ???  I'm learning.







Happy Thanksgiving!!

It wouldn't be Thanksgiving without the annual turkey pardon, now would it?

"As you may have heard, for months there're has been fierce competition between a bunch of turkeys trying to win their way into the White House," Obama said.  





This year's winner.. Abe!

 or TOTUS 2015


 (Photo: Evan Vucci, AP)

Ten Minutes

Every morning, weather permitting, I spend some time outdoors wrangling cats. It can be interesting if the cat and I can poke around.  If the cat decides to sit in one spot for 20 minutes and wait for a mouse, well.. it can be pretty boring.  That's when bringing a spindle is a really good idea.  I can get a lot done in those bits of time each morning. 



Last summer, I spun 4.5 oz. of hand dyed silk.  After spinning two shafts, I'd wind them onto a plying ball.  




The yarn is a little under plyed.  Over twisted and under plyed.  When I decide what it will become, I may add twist.  It'll wait.




Weekending.. a terrarium



Last week we cut as much balsam as the truck would hold, and headed south to begin the decorating season in ernest.  Here, I moved my dye equipment and inventory into storage.  Everything and every bit of space will be filled with poinsettias and other holiday stuff by tomorrow morning.  It is a major shifting of gears.  Not only does the job change, but so does my landscape.  Maples to Oaks.  Literally.  I love each.  One not more than the other.  The smells are different, so are the colors.  

Before we left on Friday, Willy and I spent some time in the woods.  He hunted squirrels while I gathered moss to bring back for a terrarium.  It has been years since I last made one.  It'll be the first one of moss.   I'd hoped to keep it open, there is a wonderful woodsy smell to it.  Willy may change my mind.  The smell draws him, too.  Twice, I've found him investigating, pawing at the moss.  



I'd like to find another container and build a second one.  They're beautiful and fun to build.  The bugs will be the deterring factor.  Let's wait and see what hatches.