I went out this morning to plant fall peas and there were more tomatoes. Mostly slicers this time. It was time to start processing them. The first to ripen were Amish paste tomatoes and I have been coring them and popping them in a big bag in the freezer until there were enough to bother with firing up the canner and heating up the kitchen with a stock pot. The kitchen window sill was full of ones that hadn’t been frozen. The frozen ones were dumped in a sink of tepid water, the fresh ones were scored on the blossom end and had boiling water dumped over them. While they cooled, the frozen ones were peeled, chopped and put in a stock pot. Then the fresh ones were also peeled and chopped. The whole mess seasoned with salt, herbs, and citric acid and cooked down to pizza sauce consistency. Seven half pints were canned and all sealed, and there was enough left over to fill a 4 ounce jar that will go in the freezer for the next pizza night. A half pint jar makes 2 or 3 pizzas for the two of us and what is left in the jar is frozen until needed again. I will have another batch to do when there are enough so we have enough for our pizzas in the coming months.
This was the first non pickle canning session of the year. My memory photo of today is of ripe grapes that were about to become jelly, but the grapes aren’t ripe yet this year. The refrigerator is filling with quick brined and fermented pickled cucumbers, and quick brined pickled jalapenos, fermented sauerkraut and dilly beans. The canning shelves still have some of last year’s applesauce and this year’s canned Bread and Butter pickles, and Garlic Dill pickles. Tonight, the pizza sauce will join them. The freezer has pasta sauce, green beans, and peas. The storage area of the basement has onions and potatoes, and the garlic braid and a basket of drying basil are in the kitchen.
There are enough frozen tomatillos to make about 3 half pints of simmer sauce, but I will wait until there is enough for 6 or 7, then another canning session will be held. I hope there are enough tomatillos to do that and also a small batch of tomatillo/jalapeno jam. The simmer sauce can be used as salsa or over meat or veggies. The Tomatillo/jalapeno jam can be used like pepper jelly on cream cheese with crackers or as a condiment on a Charcuterie board.
The sunflowers are great at attracting native bees and the hummingbirds. The bees gather pollen on their legs until it looks like they can’t possibly fly.
Thunder is rumbling up the river. We had heavy rain showers yesterday afternoon here, but went in after dinner to walk the rail grade last evening and it was dry there. The forecast looks like this will be the norm again for a while, but next week is much cooler daytime temperatures.
VDOT actually came out yesterday morning and dug out the ditch and culvert. I didn’t climb down in the ditch to see how far into the culvert they cleared, but hopefully far enough that when it starts raining again later this week, the water will run under the driveway, not down it. They didn’t rebuild my mini berm across the top, I may take a load of watermelon sized rocks up there and make the base with them, then pile some soil and gravel over and behind it. That also help redirect the flow off of our driveway.
The Big Bad Harley is still in the shop in the city. Yesterday hubby checked on the repair and they are still awaiting the mirror.
Yesterday’s gardening and harvesting efforts produced more cucumbers even though I had pruned them severely, they are still provided a few more each day. Another half gallon of Turmeric Dill Quick Brine pickles was made this morning and is cooling on the counter enough to put in the refrigerator without breaking the glass shelf.
About a month or more ago, I fell prey to an ad on Instagram and foolishly ordered the product without carefully checking out the vendor. It wasn’t expensive, under $20, paid for through PayPal so the vendor didn’t get my credit card info. Yes, it was another Chinese company and after waiting forever, the product came and it was a “bait and switch” situation, not what I had ordered. An email to the vendor produced a reply obviously from a non native English speaker whose response was, I see you have filed a complaint with PayPal (I had not, yet), but basically said, I got what I ordered. It clearly was not. So I did file a dispute with PayPal, but of course, the original item is nowhere to be found in an ad now (so no screen shot and the confirmation email doesn’t specify the item), so it is my word against theirs. Yesterday, I received an email from PayPal saying they needed for me to file a police report and send them a copy. Our little county sheriff’s department would laugh me to the curb for filing a police report over a $20 claim to a Chinese company who has probably already changed their name. I told PayPal that and that I had learned two lessons, 1) not to order from a Chinese company, 2) not to pay for goods with PayPal. The vendor will win this one, a pure scam because PayPal will rule in favor of the dishonest vendor. I had just finished dealing with this when hubby because a rewards debit card he has awaiting but still had not come for three weeks that would be used to help defray the cost of the Harley repair, called the credit card company. These rewards can only be spent in the Harley shop for goods or services. The credit card company said they sent it digitally though he had specifically asked for a card because of difficulty using the digital reward at the shop once before. I went from the frustration of dealing with PayPal to the frustration of finding the digital reward email in his Spam folder, trying to help him log on to his HD site to find his password had expired and we needed the old password to create a new one, but the one he had written down didn’t work. A trip through the lost password, reset password route, finally got us to the reward which we were able to print as a pdf, but by then, I was snapping at everything he said, probably would have taken his head off for even saying thank you. Because his riding days are numbered, he isn’t using that card now, he is back to using our joint card that has cash rewards.
Though the mail did not bring his reward card, it did bring another new to me Jenkins Turkish spindle. It is a tiny Black and White Ebony Kuchulu, the ones that are only about 2.5″ in diameter, but perfect for toting in my bag in a little tea tin to protect it so I always have a spindle and fiber with me.
Here it is with the Kingwood Finch (about 4″ diameter) on the left and the Chechen wood Kuchulu and Olive Finch to the right. I love these spindles and the way they spin.
The young farmers came over yesterday right after lunch and got the hay baled and hauled off to the farm for winter feed for their cattle. It was a good first cut, they got 84 large round bales, plus three shaggy half bales, one of which they left for my use up by the coop. Usually the first cutting is down, baled, and moved by the end of the first week of July. All of the equipment is gone except for an old hay rake. They will have to ride one of the tractors back over with no attachment to pick it up. The upper field they did first is already a foot high and the stickweed (Yellow Crownbeard) is thick this year. It is such an invasive broadleaf weed. I sprayed some of it around the yard hydrant with the Citric acid spray and it didn’t touch it. The only fields that aren’t thick with it around here are fields that are sprayed with 2,4-d or ones that are sprayed with Round Up and seeded with grain or corn. We are going to have to get a bush hog again soon and I will resume mid summer and late fall mowing to keep it from going to seed. That doesn’t kill it, but it does help control it some. Even without reseeding, Yellow Crownbeard is a perennial that grows out from a rhizome crown and continues to spread outward. It has gotten worse each year we have owned this farm.
Stay safe everyone. This spring and summer have passed in a blur or what day is it questions. With little outside contact, I am ever grateful when one of our kids starts a stream of text messages about kids, gardens, or cooking. Not being able to see them, hug them, visit with them has been the hardest. Daughter will come by once in a while with her kids and we social distance, masked in the yard and that helps some. Last Christmas, she asked for her kids to be given activities with relatives rather than physical gifts and as a result, most all of their gifts have had to be cancelled, not just ours, but ones scheduled by daughter and the other grandparents. It was such a good idea at the time, but little did we know that three months later, we would all be in social isolation.
The morning started off cool and foggy as most late summer morning do. After routine chores, I moved on to the garden, intent on getting it ready for some fall garden plantings. Armed with a spade, cordless drill, and some outdoor worthy screws, I did some more path weeding and tackled rebuilding the onion/garlic bed from early summer, the one that had literally burst it’s seams.
Garden box
The box was put back together in the manner of the ones I repaired late last winter and early spring, placing the corner posts inside and attaching the boards to the outside of them instead of using the grooves that fail. It was moved uphill slightly to align it with the one next to it. The third one in the row is even farther uphill and when it is no longer growing, it will be shifted slightly down hill. Once they are aligned, I am going to install some of the long boards from the old deck to make a long bed instead of three smaller boxes and fill the paths between them. The thin cedar boards are not holding up and will soon rot away. The asparagus bed, you can see above the middle box is not in a box, but is bracketed on each end by one, so long boards will be used to create another long bed there once the asparagus ferns are cut back for winter. Some asparagus have escaped the original bed, so those crowns will be dug and moved back into the bed, knowing that it will stunt them for a couple of years. After repair and re-leveling, the bed was fed with some of the fermented comfrey and some of the comfrey tea. By the time some weeding had been done and the box rebuilt, the fog had burned off and the temperature already heading for the 90 degree mark, the prediction for the day. When it cools off this evening, I will move a barrow of compost over to it, dig it in and plant fall peas. Over the next couple of days, the longer bed where the mint had been planted will get the box made for it, compost added, and some other fall veggies planted. Later in the week there are rain showers expected and cooler, wetter weather next week which will be good for getting the seed started. The garlic will be planted where the first planting of beans grew and where the tomatillos are at the back of the box. When the tomatillos die back, that box will receive a load of compost and await the arrival of the garlic order that will come late fall.
For now, gardening is limited to early morning and late afternoon as it is too hot in the middle of the day to do anything physical outside.
This sunflower is a volunteer that came up by the side garage door. For days the bud looked like Audrey 2 from Little Shop of Horrors, but yesterday it bloomed. It isn’t the best location for a sunflower, but is is fairly short and thin stemmed, so it will stay and bloom.
After all the wet we had, the past few days have been very hot and dry, the new walled garden had to be watered for a couple of hours yesterday. Most of the plants that I transplanted to that garden survived. The purple Echinacea that I moved from a pot where it had been started from seed did not survive the move. It is too late to start it again, but there are two plants in front of the volunteer sunflower and one of them may be moved when it isn’t so hot out. About the time the garlic goes in the ground, I will plant some Baptisia seed that has to freeze before it will germinate. It’s blue flowers will look lovely in the bed with the purple and yellows of the other flowers there.
I get up shortly after the sky lightens in the morning and go about my morning routine of personal hygiene, letting the pups out and preparing their food while they are out, heating the kettle to make a pot of tea I will drink iced during the day and to make my morning pour over mug of coffee, letting the hens out to a morning treat, and hanging the bird feeder. Once that is all done, I sit with my breakfast and a book or podcast. This morning, I had finished that and moved up to my chair to spin and post an update on the spinning challenge and the earth moved. There was a 5.1 earthquake about 100 miles almost due south of us. That is the second quake we have felt since moving here, things rattle and it is over, wondering what just happened. It was subtle enough here that it didn’t even wake hubby.
My spinning update had me clearing all three spindles last night and this morning. Everything was plied or wound into ply balls and two spindles were started with more fiber. One spindle is sitting idle for now. For the challenge, we spin a minimum of 25 grams during the month. We get extra credit if the fiber is a rare breed and as the challengers are worldwide, the rare breed list varies with the U.S. participants using the Livestock Conservancy list that is also used for the Shave ‘Em to Save ‘Em challenge that I completed last year. As it turns out, all of the fiber that I was spinning qualifies as two were Shetland and one was Tunis.
The two Shetland fibers are blended with silk and that wouldn’t count for the Livestock Conservancy challenge, but does count for this, however when I asked, initially I was told it has to be pure or blended with another rare breed, so I had bought the Tunis fiber, the blue above. The teal is Gray Shetland and silk dyed, and the purple ply ball is Shetland and silk that is in the bowl with shades from ruby red to dark purple.
We went in to take a walk on the railgrade trail and there were so many people out, most not wearing masks and many disregarding social distancing, walking three abreast on the trail. We drop into single file when we pass someone, but few others bother. It was brutally hot again, about 90 f (32+ c), but dry. Fortunately, most of the section we walked is in the shade of the tree canopy.
Once home, since I was already hot and sweaty, I resolved to get some garden work done and see what I could harvest. The long shoots on the grapevine that are not bearing fruit were pruned back to the confines of the arbor posts. About half of the garden was weeded, sunflowers cut for the house, and peppers, cucumbers, and tomatoes picked and brought in. Soon there will be beans again.
To give you some perspective on how sloped my garden plot is, the two tall sunflowers are both 9 feet tall, I measured them today.
When we moved here, there was a Korean restaurant in the next little town to the west. She has since retired and sold it to a BBQ place. Another Korean restaurant was supposed to open in Blacksburg, but the pandemic closing has halted that. I don’t know whether it will ever open there. Son 1 recently posted that they have started doing Korean BBQ and Chinese Hot Pot at home since going to a restaurant isn’t an option now. That inspired me to try a Korean meal. We will be having Pork Bulgogi bowls with steamed rice tonight. I’m sure it won’t be as good as Connie’s, but at least it will be different. I’ll let you know if it is repeatable.
Last night I got half the lawn area mowed after pumping up the tire and going down to get fuel. This morning after a Farmers’ Market run during “Seniors only hour” we arrived home to find the younger two farmers finishing the mowing of the south field and moving the already baled hay to the side for picking up. After the one mowing left with the big mower, he returned with a huge brush hog and cleaned up the areas I usually mowed a couple of times each year when we had a brush hog. I finished mowing the lawn areas that were thick and tall from all the rain. It has all been mowed at last. They teddered the newly mowed area and will come back Monday afternoon to rake and bale it and as they were leaving, they brought me a shaggy untied half bale for use in my chicken run in wet and snowy weather.
I love some of the wildflowers that have claimed spots that they are safe in around the house.
Last night at dusk when I went out to lock up the hens, there were two does and 3 fawns in the orchard. They stayed very still until I got close and opened the run gate. At that point, they took off in two directions and I caught a picture of one doe and her spring twins running off.
I love life on our farm.
Stay safe, wear a mask so you are part of the solution and not part of the problem.
The grass is knee deep. It is still hot. Thunderstorms are the norm. Our riding mower has a flat tire again and needs fuel, but also for the grass to dry enough to safely mow it.
The garden has loved the rain, but the tomatoes are slow to ripen this year. My logs and pictures of past years show jams and sauces canned by now, but this year no berries were picked, I have just finally gotten enough tomatillos to make a two half pint recipe of simmer sauce. To do that, I will have to use one of the smaller stock pots for the waterbath as I’m not going to heat up the giant one for two half pints. I may just keep freezing them until there are enough to make the task worth while. Even with the cucumber pruning, I harvested 3 more yesterday and saw many more gherkin sized ones that will be large enough to pick in a couple of days. It is time to get out and work a couple of beds for some fall veggies. The potato bed is clear but needs compost, the bed where the first beans were is clear on half of it, the tomatillos are in the other half, but it too needs compost.
My spinning has slowed some, I have been reading Appalachian historical fiction, starting with “The Bookwoman of Troublesome Creek,” then on to “The Giver of Stars.” Both books based on the Pack Horse Libraries in Kentucky. Those two books were holds from the local library. I am on to “A Parchment of Leaves” on loan from a friend.
Yesterday’s mail has both a new fiber I had ordered, Merino/Baby Camel/Silk and a new to me tiny spindle. The tiny Jenkins Kuchulu spindles are very travel friendly and because of their petite size, I can use them in the car when sitting somewhere for an appointment, caught behind traffic or an accident, or to just have when there is a period of time that I am idle.
None of my spindles are large, the left and middle ones are only 4″ diameter, the smaller one on the far right is only 2 1/2.” The blue ply ball is 28 grams. It will continue to grow, but the red will remain in individual turtles until I decide how it will be plied.
We managed a walk on the rail grade today, the sole mask wearers (except one young woman with a bandana). Today, tomorrow, Sunday, and Monday are the only window I see for the next 10 days to finish getting our first mowing of hay down and baled. No one is here working, so I don’t think it is going to happen.
Pretty Sunflowers, a couple of them are 10′ tall. Soon it will be time to cut and dry heads for the seed.
I wear a mask to be part of the solution, not part of the problem. Please wear yours too.
The forecast is for 85% chance of rain today and was low yesterday until late afternoon, so the Big Bad HD was ridden to the city yesterday for it’s annual servicing and inspection. My efforts to repair the driveway were successful enough that he got the bike up the gravel driveway, on to the gravel road, and safely on the hardtop. I followed along in my car to bring him home as the bike was being left until service and a couple replacement parts that had to be ordered come in for installation. The bike had a broken rearview mirror on the left side and the left tail light was out, so I tried to stay close enough to prevent someone from getting between us, but far enough back to not crowd him in case of a problem. Only twice did another vehicle get between us.
The number of COVID cases are much higher in the city and we saw a much better compliance with mask wearing, except at the Harley dealership. I did not see a single mask on a front end employee through the windows and not a customer going in or coming out wearing one. Hubby kept his helmet on with the face shield down until he was back to the car where he donned a mask. You know you have been confined too long when a trip to the city staying in the car followed by carry out from “The Weiner Stand” is an exciting day.
Early in the week, after yet another big basket of cucumbers were harvested, instead of pulling the vines, I pruned them sharply to slow down the volume of fruits being harvested. I still want some fresh cucumbers for salad, but I am pickled out. Day before yesterday, another batch of spicy Bread and Butter pickles were salted and left to sit and weep for the day, another quart of fermented dill spears started. That evening, the Bread and Butters were finished and canned, having wisely started the water bath to heat up while I was preparing dinner. DIL is excited that if we can pass in the night somewhere, sometime, she will get a new flat of pickles for her shelves. The refrigerator is full here with quick brines and ferments of pickles, beans, and kraut. I am seriously considering looking for a dorm size refrigerator to put in the basement, just for those items. I am just starting on pickling the jalapenos and if history is followed, there will be 8 to 10 quarts of them before the first frost. I may can some so they are shelf stable. I have had to purchase 3 quart cans of pickled jalapenos for hubby as we ran out of last year’s before more were ready.
They do make a pretty presentation.
I am jealous of Son1 and DIL’s garden. This spring, their first in their new house, they build several long raised beds and heavily mulched the paths and their garden is gorgeous from the photos I have seen. Their back yard is flat. Since many of my cedar boxes, including ones I restructured this past winter and spring are rotting away, I am thinking about reusing some of the old deck materials to make 4 by 16′ beds which will be fairly easy as most rows are either a series of 4 X 4′ boxes or a 4 X 8′ box and a 4 x 4′ box. This will eliminate the down hill paths and perhaps slow the downhill run off. If I do this, I will invest in a load of mulch to put down in the paths after first putting down another layer of cardboard. The old hay I currently use always has some grasses that sprout in the paths, even with cardboard. With the new walled garden bed, I will not be using the plastic half barrels in the back, so I think I will replant the raspberries in them as the bottoms of the wooden ones have rotted out. If I move them while transplanting, I can extend the blueberry bed another 4 to 8 feet and add more blueberry bushes.
Each day, some time is spent on the spindles, spinning the two fibers currently being spun into yarn. The two make a vibrant bowl of color by my chair.
I recently purchased another smaller spindle from someone and the tracking says it is out for delivery. The one I bought is a better size to carry with me in a small tea tin with a bit of fiber to have when we are sitting behind roadwork or an accident as happened last weekend, or when I am passenger in the car headed in to town to pick up curbside groceries from the Eats, our natural food store.
Last week, VDOT spread crusher run gravel on the steep state maintained gravel road on which we live. On Thursday, we had heavy rain for several hours and all of the gravel uphill, washed down into the ditch above our driveway until the ditch was level with the roadgrade, filling our culvert so the rain had no diversion from running down our driveway. A couple of years after we moved in, we were having the area around the house regraded to smooth out rough areas that the contractor left and removing large rocks from behind the house. At the same time, we had the driveway regraded so that water would not run down and cause gully’s, we had a culvert installed under the driveway near the house to also redirect any water away from the house. When the upper culvert fills, the driveway takes a hit.
The last two photos are the ditch at the top of the driveway. I have made a telephone report and was told I would be texted a service report number which I never received. Today, I filled out the online form and hit submit and got a message the page did not exist and was redirected to their “new” form which I submitted. After dinner tonight, I went to work with the tractor and the grading blade we purchased a few years ago.
Most of the gullies are filled and leveled, but I won’t dig out the ditch, VDOT is going to have to do that, hopefully before it rains again. I’m too old to dig it out and the tractor bucket makes a ditch that is the wrong shape and doesn’t clear the culvert hole. It would be nice if they would dump some crusher run at the top of our driveway. Having a cattle grate there would help eliminate the problem, but then the motorcycle wouldn’t be able to get out. We will see when and if the state makes the repair.
Today would have been my Dad’s 97th birthday. A man who believed our world could address peace, he would be horrified at our current world state. As a young cadet at the University that is now Virginia Tech, a cadet by requirement then, he was called from school with his classmates to serve in Europe in WWII. Upon his return to college after the war, as a veteran, not having to be in the Cadet Corp, he met and married my Mom, lived on campus in an Airstream trailer park set up for returning vets who married. It was there that I came into their lives a month before he was to graduate. Class of 1943, actual graduation date, December 1947.
As an adolescent, my family joined my uncle and his family at an Conference Center in the mountains off the Shenandoah Valley and it started an annual pilgrimage to Shrine Mont until the year he passed from our lives at the age of 92. That trip often fell on the week of his birthday or the week following as it was always the first full week of August. Many birthday parties were held there with family and friends that gathered for a week each year. The August after his death, we as a family gathered again, toasted his life and the lives of the other’s from his generation that had gathered with us, all gone by then and we left his ashes in those mountains that he loved to hike.
The remaining children of that generation, when possible, continued the tradition and our children joining us at times. Baptisms, weddings, and memorials have been held in the outdoor stone chapel.
Not this year. The facility is operating on a limited scale, using only cottages with kitchens, families who can’t travel or visit for fear of passing or catching the pandemic virus are not able to join together this year. The 8 bedroom log cottage we shared not used because it doesn’t have a kitchen.
He stood proudly on those steps with his children, children in law, grandchildren, grandchildren in law, nieces and nephews. The last patriarch of that crew. We are much older now, but that is the last group photo I have from there and try as I might, I can’t place the year, maybe his 80th birthday so 17 years ago. A few of those people are gone, a lot more added. My stepmom is the Matriarch by marriage, I guess I am by birth, now only 7 years younger than he was in that picture.
I miss his wisdom, his wit, his corny jokes, his gentle, loving spirit. May he live on in all who loved him and all he loved.
I finish one batch of fermented, quick brined, or canned cucumbers and another basket fills on the kitchen counter. I have had years when to have a cucumber or make a small batch of pickles, I have had to purchase them at the Farmers market for $5 a pint which only makes two pints of pickles. This year is a cucumber year. I have canned 5 3/4 pints of Spicy Bread and Butter, 6 pints of Garlic Dill (though one didn’t seal and is in the refrigerator), a gallon of Quick Brined Dills, 3 quarts of Fermented pickles. I will probably make one more batch of canned pickles. The refrigerator is filling.
Slowly, the tomatoes are ripening, but it doesn’t look like there will be a glut of them to can this year. Lots of greenery and plenty of tomatoes, but not huge quantities. The peppers are beginning to produce, except for the bell peppers that are competing for space with the cucumbers that refused to stay on the fence. I am nearing the point like you do with zucchini where I’m ready to cut the vines and give the other vegetables a better chance. We can only eat so many pickles.
The second planting of bush beans is blooming, so soon there will be fresh beans again, and the third planting germinated nicely. It is now August, and I need to think about how to plant a fall garden. The box has still not been repaired and nor the larger one built. It has either been hot as the gates of hell or pouring rain.
Last week, the department of transportation that maintains our gravel road dumped crusher run gravel on the road and didn’t run a roller over it. Night before last, it rained hard for hours. Yesterday we were going in to the library to return a book and pick up a hold for me and discovered that their efforts all washed downhill and filled the ditch at the top of our culvert to road level, totally blocking our culvert and causing the rain to wash down our driveway, destroying the upper third and causing significant gullies all the way to the bottom near the house. I called VDOT first thing yesterday, but they did not come out yet and it rained again last night and we have heavy rain forecast for tomorrow and Monday. Hubby is supposed to take his motorcycle in to the city on Thursday for inspection, oil change, and to see if the dealer is purchasing used bikes as he can no longer ride but for very short sessions. At this point, he can’t even get out. I will try to use the blade on the tractor to repair the worst of the damage, but there is no point until they open the ditch so rain doesn’t run down our driveway. With only 5 houses on the nearly mile long road and 3 more off the state maintained road that have to use it to get out, they will never Macadam surface it. Since they are unwilling to accept that the ditch is on the wrong side for much of the road and no culverts to direct it where it is a reverse swale, the problem will be ongoing. I don’t know the solution. We have graded, had gravel dumped, graded some more, raised a dam along the top edge of the culvert and a directional hump across the top of the driveway and nothing works when it rains hard enough to wash the road into the ditch. The two cars can bump and bounce over it, but the motorcycle can’t, it is tricky on the gravel even when it is well repaired.
The July spinning challenges are done. To end the month, there was a lottery for 18 spindles and because I completed the Tour de Fleece with all 23 scavenger items found and because I fulfilled the 15 minute challenge every day the next week, I got three entries. The winners will be posted this morning, and today marks the start of the usual monthly challenge to spin at least 25 grams of fiber only on Jenkins spindles during the month. I ordered some dyed Tunis for my rare breed credit, and some dyed Shetland with Mulberry Silk for my main spinning and emptied both spindles before dinner last night. I still had about 20 grams of the blue, yellow, and white Merino with Bamboo left and spun half of it last night on a different spindle and will finish the rest on that spindle today before I start my August Challenge. Most of it is plied on my wheel and as soon as I can finish this fiber, it will be plied to the rest and let to set for a day or two on the bobbin then wound off and washed.
Cabin Crafted 