A mischievous leprechaun

That's what yesterday felt like! When I let the dogs out first thing, there was ice on the deck; I was glad for the fire in the woodstove we'd built the night before. But the sun was shining on a technicolor world – green, green grass, budding trees and shrubs, various bright blooms, blue, blue sky. Then dark, angry clouds appeared, and it hailed for awhile. The rest of the day played out like an atmospheric battle between spring and winter, although if the score was being kept by the rain gauge, spring won.

I did try to roo Cadbury yesterday evening, but getting his neck fleece harvested was about as much as either one of us could take in one sitting. He is definitely in the rise, but the wool does not pull off easily. You can see that he has substantial new growth already by the wool covering his rooed neck.

And this is what came off:

10 ounces of lovely, fine, soft Shetland neck wool – enough to knit a whole collection of lace lovelies like the Smoke Ring Theresa recently completed!

How do you like my St. Patty's Day centerpiece? Saturday night I decided to finally ply my two colors of Gotland together, only to find that the shaft of my spindle wouldn't budge. I tried everything I could think of, and finally freed it last night – perhaps because of the drying effect of the fire in the woodstove. I hope to get it plyed (with the grey) today.

That's it for today from . . .