Wet wool

Yesterday morning I took pity on a miserable-looking Braveheart. He was trying to seek shelter from the cold, driving rain under a scrubby clump of hazelnut saplings, so I decided put him back in his old corner pen in the fold. When I approached him with a halter, I heard him grind his teeth, never a good thing in sheep. His spirits revived miraculously when in close proximity to other sheep, though. So much so that THIS is what "welcomed" me at choretime last night!All is reinforced now, though, so Braveheart can be dry AND chaste.

In other "wet wool" news, yesterday I plied the last bit of alpaca and wound off it off into a skein. Then it and the white longwool from my spindle got baths, and are hanging in the guest bathroom to dry.Since the temperature dropped last night and we started up a wood fire again, they should dry quickly. I would like to deliver the alpaca by Christmas, and knit a hat with the long wool by January 14.

With that temperature drop I mentioned, some of the rain turned to slushy snow. I'm afraid what greeted me this morning is as close as we will get to a white Christmas:I'm not complaining, though. I like our Willamette Valley winters!

That's it for now from . . .