“All from the hill” I hear people in my neighborhood say. Things grown up here, from this fertile soil, from this wet squishy land that is greening before our eyes, tend to taste better and look better and make you feel better. The fields are being tilled up on the daily, and things are popping up outdoors and in. Spring is SO exciting.
I haven’t had the experience to spin some monarch hill fiber until this year and those little Shetlands up the road do not disappoint. They have fallen into vats of indigo and become vibrant blues and purples. They have been felted up by little hands. And draped out to dry in the rising sun. I am planning on spinning all that cinnamon brown fleece in the first two pictures (plus a couple more) for a http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/farmhouse-2 to wrap myself in this fall. And with the blue I have intentions of plying it with some that I am leaving white mixed with our little (big) Angora rabbit, Comfrey. Then I believe its going to end up a part of a http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/zzz-jumpsuit—snorkedress, but that is still on the drawing board.
I am knitting and spinning as much as time will allow, which really is not much at all. In a few months I know my hands will busy holding this little babe. And I kinda can’t wait.