Yes, in follow-up to my last post I just gotta say: thank heavens that wool season remaineth…in Montana that is. Even in the midst of a freakish February with temps in the 50's and all remnants of the winter snow pack rapidly receding to the furthest, most deeply shaded corners of the yard, one still has the unquenchable desire to work with wool. And I have been. I took advantage yesterday of the guilty pleasure of some warm February sunshine and hung some fresh washed handspun yarn on the line. I say guilty because we know in our heart of hearts that February is supposed to be bleak and gray, with non-stop snow storms adding to our precious mountain snow pack. That snow is meant to water all living things, including us, through the entire year, so we'd better not get too damn happy about the crazy warm weather of late. And yet… since we can't really control it, can our hearts rejoice even a teensy bit if our Montana groundhog says we might have an early spring? I think perhaps we can, especially since early spring in Montana means that it might stop snowing by mid April if we're lucky. So my heart did rejoice a bit as I hung out my pretty yarn. Even the colors say "spring," do they not? "Spring" and "wool" still go together in Montana and for that I do indeed rejoice!
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