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Hellebore. Hummingbird. Halesia carolina. Herbs.
Hinode Seki wins. Wait long enough on H, and all sorts of beauties fly by or spring into bloom.
No amount of strife appears to alter the mother-daughter dynamics of monkey-see, monkey-do. She gardened. I garden. (Maybe we got the same bliss out of the activity. Maybe not.) She grew irises. I grow irises.
She loved her tree peonies.
I love mine.
As the explosions of forsythia subside, the fiber festivals line up in Connecticut, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts.
I was thinking Rice Krispies last weekend.
*SNAP* It's festival time already??
*CRACKLE* One can feel our energy spilling out as knitters and spinners and bloggers converge.
*POP* Roving and yarn leap out of vendors' booths into our happy hands.
The linkfests have been done. (The Etherknitter wipes her sweaty blogging forehead in relief.) We roamed in converging and shifting packs throughout the day. Paula and Madame Purl got the awards for distance traveled to join the fun.
Barb Parry's batts appeared in lots of swag bags amongst our group. They are BFL/cashmere/silk and promise a lovely spin.
Judy's 100% laceweight merino on the bottom, Spirit-Trail's 'Elizabeth' sock yarn (80% merino/20% nylon) on top.
#1 Cheryl and Carole being blogged while blogging. This is almost an obligatory occurrence by now. #2 Late afternoon group of Marcy, Carole obscured by WoolyBabe, Terry knitting her Sheep-to-Shawl hat, and Cheryl
#3 Knitigator Kathy, Mamacate, and another cute baby shot obscuring Carole.
None of these people cooperated.
I drove up and back with sadly blogless Connie. She resisted spinning for TWO years, and finally caved at Connecticut Sheep and Wool. She bought a Golding spindle, Foxhill Farm roving, and you know what happened next. She did not break land-speed records for transition from spindle to wheel. (It took her ten days.) But can we applaud wholehearted passion? She came home with her SECOND Golding spindle from New Hampshire, and spun Ward Brook Farm top all the way home in the passenger's seat.
I'm trying, really, I am.
I was going to say, "When there is a post in me, I'll come back."
It fit the theme, but then again, it wasn't quite what I meant.
Knitting is happening (process-oriented, no products). Spinning is happening (3ply for socks, getting ready to ply 12 bobbins into 4 for a Coopworth sweater). Fiberfests are happening.
I'll be back later.
Garden In The Woods, MA, fallen tree, beautiful colors in decaying bark, yesterday:
