Remembering

After carding, the (above) natural greasy fleece, looks like this (below).

Then the fun begins.

Spinning is not as easy as it looks, but it is tremendously rewarding.

I find myself thinking of many things while spinning.

How are you Mary ?

I feel the tension in my neck and shoulders dissipate.

Constantly dreaming of the beautiful items I will one day knit with this gorgeous fibre.

Spinning is also a sensory delight, the smell (reminds me of the sheep fat I used on cracked nipples when breast feeding eldest daughter), the touch is earthy and wholesome and the sight of the glistening staples after carding in the sunlight is brilliant.

I remember my mum spinning when I was little.