Precipitously, the pepper plants may produce plentiful peppers from peeking pea-like protuberances. I hope pesky pests don’t purloin the precious produce preemptively. Perhaps precaution proclaims protection for the pretty potential peppers.
P.S. I couldn’t help myself, but will attempt not to recite the verse where popping “p”s or flying spittle can reach anyone. I am particularly pleased with this post.
I have finally finished spinning the flax singles from my flax roving. Flax prepared as a roving is not the traditional form, but I didn’t know this when I made the purchase. It has been a challenge to spin, but I’ve learned new techniques and have produced a yarn.
I wound off my singles nostepinne style into two center pull balls.
I plied the two balls together to even out the thickness differences. Despite weighing out the roving, the balls were different weights, but I solved the excess issue by doubling up the leftover. I plied using my spinning wheel. Flax when spun is called linen. I suppose I should use that term for my yarn!
I wound off the two-ply yarn onto a niddy noddy, to make a skein.
My book tells me that the next step is to boil the skein. I’m going to have to work up my courage for that, so I will share in a future post.
I thought it tragic that the long haired outside cats didn’t get brushed, all those stickers and burrs caught in their fur couldn’t be comfortable! I slowly convinced Mr Tom that brushing was a good thing. I started with a little brushing before treats, now he would rather be brushed than get treats. His Shadow was harder to convince, after all, Mr Tom had already provided payment (letting me brush him) and he collected the treats. It took longer to convince Shadow that brushes were good. At first he would only accept because he thought the sensation was coming from Mr Tom as the cats rubbed greeting. Then he figured out it was me, then he figured out it was OK. Now he also demands brushings, so I am grooming two long haired outside cats who are not technically mine. Be careful what you wish for.
I thought we were going to have a front row seat for metamorphosis; I found a caterpillar crawling up a stem of our Gregg’s Mist flowers. These plants are in the front flower bed and we pass them daily.
I’m not sure if the location was bad, or the insect genetics didn’t read right, or if something knocked off the forming chrysalis, but it fell off the stem before the shell hardened. Bummer.
One laundry detergent container yielded 9 bobbins. Hurray, less plastic for the landfill.
