Sunday, 20 February 2011


How shall I love thee? With silver or gold or jewels? No, I will love thee with a walk through the bluebell woods as spring delivers her faithful promise and the flower heads sprout through the mossy green carpet floor, and winter is bid farewell with a palate of fresh colours.

Waiting for spring....

I spent yesterday afternoon spinning up a bobbin of yarn, a mix of cream, brown alpaca and fresh green merino.  It has rested overnight and I will ply it up later today (I hope!)