I love Ursa's brown against the limey green of the new grass of the recently harvested hay field. By now you know what's coming.
The green needs to be greener. The brown is natural from Wooly Bear and Pizazz. I'm glad it is a small skein, I'm not happy with it. I need a new green.
I managed to pinch myself good in a tragic scythe peening accident. It raised a blood blister on my right (dominant) forefinger. No big deal, except Mom keeps trying to scrape it off when she sees it. Yeehaw, does that hurt. It makes me laugh though too. She's just trying to be helpful!