This is a phrase that I am beginning to hear more and more at the moment and it is music to my ears. It’s not about nocturnal walks or 8pm yoga classes but refers to the fact that the days are getting noticeably longer. It can now be light past 5 pm. The weather hasn’t improved much despite it being St. Brigid’s Day tomorrow. This is the day when Ireland celebrates the first day of spring. In pagan times it used to be called Imbolg which translated straight from Gaeilge means in the belly. If it is a fine day the rising sun will illuminate a chamber in nearby Tara called The Mound of the Hostages.
For me the lengthening days mean that I can see more of the animals and also spend more time outside.
Carding from the outside in
The fleeces that I have been carding have been rather dirty as they contain a lot of dust especially Albie’s. For this reason I have been carding in the outside shed and leaving all fleece and carding equipment there. Last week I went to card some fleece and noticed that the carder had a film of mould on it so I had to remove what I could outside and then bring it into the house to give it a thorough clean. In doing so I removed the rubber ring which connects all of the wheels together. This is where the fun started trying to work out exactly how to return it to its designated spot around each wheel so that the large drums would turn. Every permutation that I tried failed so eventually I went onto the internet and got a picture of a drum carder and traced the path of the rubber ring very carefully around each wheel until it started to function.
Singed Fleece Does Not Smell Good
Delighted with the carder being back in action I took out the remainder of Albie’s fleece (there’s quite a lot of it still but the best bit, the saddle, has long been spun). I placed it onto a newspaper on the floor and at some stage the wood burner needed to be fed….Before I say anything I need to tell you that due to the proximity of the fleece I was aware that I needed to be ever so careful but unfortunately I was not careful enough. When placing a few lumps of coal into the stove a few sparks leapt out and landed onto the fleece. Well talk about being overcome by a pungent odour. The stench was horrendous. I quickly stamped out the singeing fibres but the smell remained for at least a good hour encouraging all sorts of complaints about my ‘hobby.’
It’s official: I am a multi project knitter!
For all of my years of knitting I have always retained focus by having just one project on the needles at a time but increasingly I find that unexpected events occur when I could do with my hands being productive. These events usually involve elderly relatives and hospital waiting rooms. Last Wednesday evening I spent four hours in a Dublin A and E department with nothing to do but watch rolling news on the T.V. so I figure that having some mindless knitting, e.g. a scarf, in the car would prepare me for a similar situation in the future. I have this one ready for the follow up appointment this Friday:
My pullover is coming on quite well. I have made inroads into the front of it now as the back is up to the arm hole decreases. I enjoy working with the wool and the simplicity of the cables but it’s a case of ploughing away little and often and making progress.
Bootsy is now sporting another wound but this time it is not shearing related. I have no idea where it came from. It is on his back and I can only guess that he was poked badly by a low branch as he was squeezing under a tree. He is an extremely ‘flighty’ animal so I am treating him with salt and warm water administered through a water pistol…Goodness knows what the neighbours think that I am up to.