The silver cord lies on the ground...
Greetings from the North-Country; It's been far too long, and it's December already. The garden has gone from this To this.... While inside we have decorated the tree.. A FO and a project that I have on the needles. The hat is to be gifted, the socks are MINE ;-) The hat is out of Bartlett hand spun that I received as two huge balls of roving. I spun it about a year or so ago and got 280 +/- yards out of one of the balls. It languished in "I dunno what to do with it.." and it finally became a hat. Let's take a look out the back, up the valley. This was in November. Now we have this sight of the other day. You may see the fog that has settled along the water. As the days grow shorter, remember it's not that far from dancing the Maypole..... "When you breathe your last line Will you make your exit stage left/stage right? Well, you might decide while there's still time. You have an angel on your shoulder But you wear the old god's horns. And you danc