
I was out raking leaves when this school of angelfish swam by.
Stories about life on the homestead, spinning, knitting, gardening, caregiving and whatever else comes up.
Leslie asked why I find corn creepy. I suppose it is because for the first two years Mom was with me,(pre-fence and gate)it was my greatest fear that Mom would wander off and get lost in the corn field. Maybe if you've never experienced it, it is hard to understand how tall it is. Once you get a few feet into a cornfield, you completely disappear. You, the person in the corn, can't see anything but corn all around. Now, imagine you had AD.
The creepy corn I mentioned was also in reference to some previous posts. This search should bring them up.
My cousin didn't want to overwinter her laying hens this year, so I gladly took some. I was down to two hens, and now am up to 12!

Last night was the first night I could get all of them to go into the coop. Two of them would go in the building, but not into the secure coop area. I told them they were taking their lives in their own hands, and warned them about the raccoons, but they wouldn't listen to me. I got sick of chasing them. They roosted on the rafters, so they made it ok.

They were able to harvest the corn this weekend, so at last I'm safe from the creepy corn.
Lily asked what colors I would spin in a yarn remembering my Mom. Blue and white, without question. Mom loved the combination, (as do I) and wore it often. Maybe it was a subconscious choice when I was spinning up the yarn for the raglan sweater I am knitting. The blue/gray/white yoke yarn was spun sitting next to Mom, and I began knitting it sitting next to Mom too. Now I sit, knitting on the sweater, trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my life.

The yoke part is done, and I still don't like that wide white stripe. Here, I have wet the sweater, and arranged it on my sheet pan I use for felting. I mixed up my dye (Pro-Chem One Shot)with a bit of hot water, and started dabbing it on using a cotton cloth. A sponge brush probably would have worked better, but I didn't have a clean one. I decided the one row of white (under the wide white stripe) looked out of place, so I dabbed it blue too.

I then gathered it up and put it in my dyeing crock, being careful not to touch the new blue dabbed stripe on anything else. I made sure there was a bit of water in the bottom of the crock pot, and put it in the oven at 375 for about 25 minutes. I let it cool, then rinsed. It seemed to have worked. Once I have the whole thing done, with sleeves and body in the dark dark blue, I may change my mind and try to dye the stripe darker. It's staying for now.
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