snow time

One of the best things about doing the billing is that all
other responsibilities (within reason) are suspended for the duration. C takes over making lunch, going to the
freezer in the barn, bringing in the firewood, and whatever. Today, he made leftover meatloaf sandwiches,
on croissants, with my favorite ketchup in the whole world. I buy the Natura’s Salsa de Tomate once a year, in Honduras. Which leads into the ‘poor me’ (tongue in
cheek).  I do know I’m the lucky one, but
with reading the Jimmy Buffet book (that is set in Yucatan,
another home away from home for me), and
my Roatan Red…. Hmmm.. I don’t see the
world of the Maya in my near future. I’m
heading into overdue territory here.

But, we’re having that (overstated) Nor’easter and it’s as
pretty as it gets, none of that measured
in feet stuff, but the woods is fresh and white again. Yesterday when I took my trek through the
sugarbush (on snow shoes, the shorties this time) trails crossed trails, tracks
were everywhere… mine included,  everybody crisscrossing the woods floor. Although all critters follow the same trails
time after time, after a while the footprints become packed trails. Pine cone debris (leftovers from a pine nut
lunch) and shredded bark collect in any little depression. Snow fleas pepper the foot prints. Time for a white wash. We’re getting it now.

Absolutely no knitting, it’s strange.  I haven’t made a stitch in two days. Instead, I’ve been spinning every chance I
get. And, dyeing! I just finished 10 skeins of fingering wt. (nearly
lace) of the merino / silk singles. I
actually dyed in the kitchen, I never do that. I just didn’t want to wait to see how this wt. would come out. Yummm… there are 1750 yds. Drying in the
tub.

multi mohair in the Dixon…