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December 2011


All week I looked for my camera.   It is probably a good thing it took me so long to figure out in which safe place I'd left it.  If I'd found it sooner, perhaps after the first knitted gift was finished this past week, I might have taken a full shot of it, a spoiler, indeed.  Looking everywhere, over and over again, gave me time to cool my ardor.  I love this little pattern.  Knitting it is a bit like that chips commercial , after one, you need another.  By the time I finaly looked in the toe of the hiking shoes that I'd left in on the floor of the car I'd finished three.  Safe places, indeed!  

I've posted details on my Ravelry project page.  The details should be safe there. The recipients don't ravel.  I've added another to the stack since this picture was taken Friday. It's a rusty red and it is mine! 

Seriously, this project is a quick knit, using an aran wt. yarn and #8 needles.  If you are still searching for a pattern, suitable for a girl, that you can finish in time for Christmas, look no further.  One skein of my Breckenridge makes two.  The one on top, in Forest, was leftover from another project.   

The colder temps this morning, gave the perfect excuse to try one out.  I've been trying to manage a three mile hike through the woods everyday.  When I'd gone a mile and warmed up enough that I didn't need this little gem, I found it to be the perfect size to roll up and stuff into my pocket.  

Santa Bunny

Santa Bunny visited our Guild's Holiday party today.. with presents. He arrived with a winter coat rated to -40 and left with a coated rated to 0 F. Very cute.
Yummy fiber.

If that wasn't enough fiber goodness, another member brought bags, big bags, of yak and cashmere, and handed out gallon sized bags for everyone to fill for themselves.

There was food, and music and spinning and friends. Great party!

time to knit

What a difference a day makes. Yesterday it could have been spring, impossibly warm and impossible to believe that winter and the holidays were only weeks away. This morning, when the winds stopped, the skies cleared, and the temps refused to climb out of the 30s, it started to sink in.

The cats have known all along.

walk with me..

to the window.  What do I see?


The past week hasn't afforded me much free time for myself.  I've managed only a couple very brief walks and have been happy to fit them into the increasingly shorter days.  The lunch time entertainment, however, has been terrific.  What began as two at a time last week has progressed to four.  These three managed their balancing act like they were born to it.  And so they were.




..endlessly amusing, this counting of tails.



My Neck of the Woods... talking turkey


There haven't always been turkeys around here, at least not in any great number.  Occasionally I'd see a couple cross the road, or at the base of a tree in the orchard.  It was an exception, the kind of thing you'd mention to the neighbors. 'Hey, did you see the wild turkey? '  Exciting.  One December, years ago, I saw a rafter of about 20 wild turkeys on a hillside along rt 80 in Pennsylvania.  It was so unusual that I still remember where it was and how they looked as we sped by.  As I write this, there are nine wild turkeys, looking for food, not more than twenty feet from me on the other side of the glass door.  The cat is outside watching them.  So am I.

It starts early, just before dawn.  I hear then making soft calling noises high up in the trees.  Where are you, I am here.  Look hard, you can see them roosting.  As the sky begins to brighten, the noises get louder, much louder, until everyone is wide awake.  Myself included. 



Then the fun begins.  Wild turkeys are not graceful fliers.  As they descend, small branches snap, there's crashing commotion all the way to the ground.  LOUD!  They do this one at a time, and all at once.  That is what all the noises have been about, your turn, my turn.  The more I know, the more fascinated I become.

Several weeks ago, we saw a special on PBS Nature called My Life as a Turkey.  You can watch it streaming on your computer.  I saw it again a few days ago as I tied red bows in my studio. It was that good.  The story is about a clutch of wild turkey eggs that imprint and are raised by a naturalist.  He learns to talk turkey.  Check it out. Gorgeous photography.


I'm thinking that it is way to early to feed them.  A neighbor does.  There will be plenty of time when the snow falls.  I wonder what they find without acorns this year.



The more I learn, the more I want to know.  We aren't the only ones who speak to one another.  Just listen.