Snow gently falls this morning. Winter isn't finished with us yet.
Inside, warm and snug, I have been carding batts to sell at A Good Yarn. Now that St. John's is home to 20 new spinners, the demand for batts has increased and Jenny asked me to make some up for the shop.
It makes a lovely mess in the living room. Lucy even got into the act and carded up a few batts to spin for herself. I watched with a twinge of jealousy at her free spirited colour choices. She reminded me of all the rules I set up for myself in this whole process. Ancient art school baggage that appears when I least expect it.
Meanwhile, I have been trying to appreciate the spring snow in all its melty, muddy glory.
Even lingering art school prejudices can't spoil that.