Sunday, July 8, 2007










What did I do after I closed the shop yesterday? No matter if you want to know or not, I am going to tell you because I did somethings that I had been putting off............ I am the Queen Of Procrastination!


It was hot.........a good day to wash wool.


This is a raw fleece. "Raw" means fresh off the sheep........not washed or anything done to it yet. It smells like a sheep, for some people this is an unpleasant odor.... I like it. This particular fleece, while dirty, had very little VM*, and had been well skirted*. (See Glossary at the end of this post)



Here are my hands adding wool to a tub of very hot water, and Dawn dish soap.,,, picking out bits of stuff* as I add it to the wash water. I then left to do other, less desirable chores.































Like cleaning the junk out of my car! Being a pack rat, to me, my car is just a mobile closet, another place to store valuable stuff.



Or stuff I don't want to deal with...... Oh, denial is a wonderful thing sometimes.

"Did I really pay that much for a book, what should I do with the evidence of a junk food indiscretion?" If I leave the receipt or the wrapper in the car, I don't have to admit it!


So on a 95 degree day, I decide to face my dark side..........it was just slightly akin to hell for me.



Back to the wool..... Here it is in the first rinse, again in hot water. Looks much better, doesn't it? That's because the wash water looked like chocolate milk when Dave dumped it for me.






































Dave is working now,,,,,,,,,he just wants to get it over with, I think. It's after five, he thinks it is time for a cocktail.




The entire wool washing process was witnessed by a little wren, making a terrible racket! He or She was upset with us for being too close while He or She was busy building a nest.









From Wild-Bird-Watching.com








In spring, the male wren arrives and begins to establish his territory. You'll know he has arrived when you begin hearing him sing from his perches.
As you watch, you'll notice he begins placing sticks into prospective nest holes. He may build as many as twelve different nesting sites. After pairing with a mate, the male takes the female to each of the nesting sites he has begun building.
The female selects the one she likes and begins to rebuild by adding soft materials to the nest before laying eggs.
House wrens are cavity nesters and as such, are an ideal candidate for attracting to birdhouses. In fact, these birds seem to prefer man-made nest boxes to natural cavities.



Now, we should take a lesson from the wrens....... the females only choose a mate until the male has made SEVERAL suitable homes for them!



















Glossary:




VM???? Vegatable Matter,,,, bits of hay, chaff, burdocks, etc.




Well skirted??? to skirt: to remove low-grade wool and foreign matter from the outer edge of fleece. That means Poop,,,,, most of the sheep poop had been removed!




stuff??? More poop

Friday, July 6, 2007

Back in the Stone Age

While taking a walk on the farm recently, I saw this pretty rock. I spotted in in a lane, or driveway, I guess. The lane has been there for more than thirty years, and I have driven over it many, many times, with cars, tractors, trucks, and even ATV's. Never noticed this rock. I asked my Dad, he never saw it. Finders Keepers!


I asked my son, Clay, to dig it out for me..... He said he would, and then he said "Mom, you're not going through another "rock phase" again, are you?"

He was referring to a time when he was a little boy, and I was constantly hauling pretty rocks home,,,,,,,,,,Hey, we were low on money, and rocks were free! I put rocks in all my flowerbeds, and made new flowerbeds with rocks. I (along with a former boyfriend that shall remain nameless) hauled in many truckloads of smaller stones to stabilize the creek bank on the property. I must have had a lot more upper body strength back then! And energy. Of course, Clay remembers helping me. I suspect these are not fond memories. He was small and not very strong.....What a difference 15, maybe 17, 18 years can make! Clay got a lot stronger and I am now "over the hill".


Clay did dig the rock out, here it is. Like an iceberg, there was a lot more beneath the surface.
All those years, I drove over this beauty and never noticed it.
Quoting Ferris Bueller :"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."


And, don't worry Clay, I am not going through another "rock phase." But, if I find another as nice as this one, I will call you. Bring a shovel.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Betty's birthday

We had a birthday party at Knit night, it is Betty's , Jeanne's and Delores' birthday.


There were cards and gifts good food,,,,,,


and drinks, which led to laughter.
The store was full of people., a good time was had by all!

Question marks


The question marks were hard to see in the smaller photo,,,,,here is a larger one. Click on the picture to see them closer.

Elk in the flowers

Being an eternal packrat, I hate to throw things away,,,,,,,,they may have a use in the future!

Last year or the year before,, the wind took part of a huge willow tree in our yard. The entire tree had to be cut down ,,,,,,,, but of course, I had the stump saved. "We can plant flowers in it",,,,,,, was my rationale. Plus, the tree trimmers wanted hundreds MORE dollars to dig out the stump. So now we have a petunias, marigolds, etc, growing in it. This year we have morning glories, with nothing to support them.

Dave had the idea to put an old elk horn on the stump so the vines can wrap themselves around it. Where does one find an elk horn? In the shed, of course....an example of the packrat in action again.

Nature provided a beautiful show in the sky last night, before the man-made fireworks.

The beautiful sunset was followed by a quick shower that made us scramble into the house.

This is an earlier, out of focus, shot of Emili and the sunset....check out the question marks, I did not add them....weird camera stuff....but cool.

We can see the fireworks from our front yard, so we just enjoyed them without the crowds.

Emili and her Mom. (my daughter) They look soooooooo much alike, don't they???

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Farm report

The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,

An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky.


from
Oh, What a Beautiful Morning























"Knee high by the fourth of July" is what my Dad always said. Who's knees? Mine are really close to the ground..........But this corn is tall........and it's only July 1st! Despite the dry weather this corn looks great, but in a another area in the same field, the corn looks very, very thirsty. We need rain.












Here is a photo taken today of me with my parents......as you can see, I come by my height naturally! I am just 5 feet tall. So, we cannot judge the corn by their knees, either.





Despite his short stature, my Dad was a heck of a farmer, and taught his children to always remember where our food comes from. Lots of hard work, and long hours.

I live in a small town, but my heart is still "on the farm". So, pray for rain, and a successful harvest, we will all benefit from it.

math impaired


Never trust me to do the math. Period.
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I understand the concepts.....It's the actual multiplying and dividing that I stink at...........
There is a fair amount of simple math involved in knitting, and in my former profession of nursing,, and quite a lot of math involved in running a business.. I just can't trust myself to do it without a calculator...
So, I use a calculator for almost everything... things that my Mom and Betty and Dave can do in their heads..I rely on the calculator... Except............this once.. 58 divided by 3 IS NOT 17!!
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Let me explain:
Right now, knitting is kinda painful for me. My left hand is still complaining whenever I do more than a few stitches. What does my hand get for complaining? Well, rest,................. and surgery scheduled for July 13. Don't complain to me, I will cut you open!
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Sock of the month club will go on, pain or not,,, so the only knitting my hand has allowed me has been the sample sock for each month. I am doing the August sample now. The pattern says cast on 58 stitches,,,,,,, hmm,,,,,,,,,, no calculator needed for this........I cast on 17 on each of three needles. Size 0 needles.
I knit the cuff, the lace edged heel flap, turned the heel, taking frequent breaks to let my hand rest...... it is then I discover that I have cast on too few stitches for the pattern to complete the lace pattern on the instep!
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Why am I admitting my math inadequacies?
Two reasons:
1. So the new knitters can see that everyone , everyone makes big mistakes and has to rip it out.
2. If for some reason I can't use the cash register at the shop..... you had better count your change carefully........I probably made a mistake.