Olio: a miscellaneous collection of things
This hasn’t been a particularly busy week, 2 days home with a sick almost 6 year old, daily walks the other days, fairly consistently getting the 10,000 suggested steps each day and our speed up, walking 3.7-4 miles per hour, not bad for two oldies but goodies.
Car time was spent finishing up another pair of fingerless mitts for the Holiday Markets and the shop.
Hand spun Coopworth by me and the green is part mohair from a friend’s goats, blended commercially with merino maybe and dyed by the friend.
A few nights ago, we were threatened with our first hard freeze, we have had several light frosts, so a harvest of mint, oregano, flat leaf parsley, and lemon balm were made to dry for teas and culinary uses this winter. They are scattered around on trays on the hutch top and shelf to dry.
A couple of sprigs of rosemary were brought in and put in the rooter ball in the kitchen window to root before potting. The intent was to put row cover over the plant in the garden and over the rainbow chard, but intent and action didn’t meet.
I probably should have. If it perks back up, I will harvest a fair amount of it and freeze it then cover the plants and see if there will still be fresh greens for a bit longer. It looked even worse this morning when I went out to feed and water the chickens.
It has been cold enough the past few mornings to warrant the big ugly pink hooded barn coat and gloves. It is ugly, but it is warm and there are two pair of gloves, depending on the chore and temperature, a pair of leather rough out work gloves and a pair of thick insulated Columbia fleece gloves that used to go winter camping with me. With the sharp drop in temperature the other night came very strong wind. It flipped our gas grill over two half barrels of herbs in the yard, tipping them over as well. Other than a dent, it seems undamaged, but it will be moved well away from the house before it is lit to be sure.
Recently a friend, who is also a blog friend, posted a finished beautiful shawlette/scarf called Hitchhiker. Years ago I knit one and the grandkids said it looked like a Dragon’s tail. Though I was pleased with the knit and the shape, I didn’t like the color that I had chosen for the yarn and it sold in a prior Holiday Market. I commented on her blog post and she encouraged me to knit another. It seemed like a good project to take when we travel in February as it is one that can be picked up, put down, fairly easily memorized so good for airports and planes. I started looking for yarn and couldn’t find anything that struck my fancy. I had been spinning a lovely colorful Merino on the Spanish Peacock drop spindles, but feared it would look muddy plyed on itself. If Navajo plyed, it wouldn’t give me enough yardage for the pattern and would be a bit heavier yarn than desired. I realized that the Hearts of the Meadow Farm Coopworth that I am spinning for a sweater was a great color match, so a bobbin of it was spun fine and the spindle singles was plyed with the bobbin singles to produce a 155 yard skein.
I like it, just 350 more yards of it need to be made to complete the project. That will be my spinning project for a bit, except for Thursday when I am at Smithfield House in costume for a large Homeschool group. I will resume spinning the oatmeal colored Coopworth that day.
Knitting, I am working on a Wonderful Wallaby, a hooded, pocketed sweatshirt style sweater for daughter. I have made many of them for grandkids, this is the first adult sized one. The body is done up to where the sleeves must be attached so the sleeves were begun last night as they are knit separately and then knit onto the sweater.
In spite of the very cold morning yesterday, we bundled up and ventured out to breakfast and the Farmers’ Market. There are still many vendors there with produce, a few with meat, a couple with coffee, candles, artisan breads, and other goodies. We came home with some produce, sausage as the house will be brimming at Thanksgiving, a loaf of bread, and a small bouquet of flowers for the table.
While there, I met up with the Market Manager, and Ian told me that our Holiday Market conflicts with a 12:30 home football game at the University, the last home game of the season. Typically, home game days are not good market days as the parking around town all gets taken up by game goers, several of the larger lots that are on campus become tailgate sites, including the one across from the market where we typically park our cars and trucks, it will be closed to our use. Jim may have to deliver and pick me up and I shouldn’t expect this market to be a good one. December should be better. I almost didn’t do the November market to do one at our local elementary/middle school. Maybe that is what I should have done, but what is done is done.
After the market and the grocer and all was put away at home, we ventured to the local trail around the big pond to do our walk and it was still only in the low 30’s. It was brisk and made us move quickly to keep warm, Today is supposed to be a bit milder, up into the mid 40’s.
Another week on the farm, the mountain looking like winter, the leaves down, the trees barren, the little flock of finches, Tufted Titmice, and Chickadees frequenting the feeders, the chickens cleaning up what they spill and “weeding” my flower beds with their scratching. I love life here, even in winter. Must get some firewood though.