The flower is an Aster. "Alma Patschka" or Patschke or something like that. It doesn't bloom until October or so. This photo (coming soon to a greeting card near you) was taken last year.
Anyway, I got to thinking about this flower. You know what happens then.
I will blend them together slightly on the drum carder. This is the sock (or mitten or hat) yarn blend of alpaca/wool/silk/nylon.
I may make a small tag using the photo that inspired the yarn. Because let's face it, that happens all the time around here. Or maybe offer a set of greeting cards featuring the photo with the yarn. Fiber and photos. It's all in the marketing, right?
I don't want to think about marketing though, I just want to dye stuff. And spin stuff. I'm not a good businesswoman. Not that I let that stop me.
Why does it feel like Friday today?
I just went outside to find the gate wide open and Mom nowhere to be found. I was bawling as I ran down the driveway. Once I got past the tree line, I could see Mom walking down the road toward town. Thank God she was still within sight. I hollered and hollered but she would just stop, look back at me, then keep walking. I kept hollering as I ran, and she would at least pause to look at me, so I was able to catch up with her. She didn't object to coming back with me either.
The peace of mind that the gate had brought has been shattered, and I can't stop crying. I don't know if Mom figured out the clip system that I used to shut the gate, or if the roofer who had stopped in earlier (and knows about the importance of shutting/latching the gate) hadn't latched it properly. I just keep thinking about what could have happened.