Lots of little things are happening with wool this week. I’m just going to blurt them out in a non-sensical and non-predictable manner.
Like this picture from last Friday.
It’s just after I spend many hours at the computer writing that pattern so I could send it with the wool off to the knitter.
I just finished and turned around to wind the skeins into balls:
She took her last chance to once again bury herself in this green Clun Forest.