Kamath

fairy circle

what popped up in our garden this fall
i wanted to go out at midnight and see if any wee people were dancing there, but never made it

Little Miss by the Day

This was one of my favorite books when I was a child. I have a copy, but its cover is ripped and the spine gone. Still, I would have a very difficut time parting with it.

alpaca yarn

I have wound off another skein of 2 ply alpaca Danza. Here it is on my antique clock winder.

Fall

It's finally beginning to look and feel like Fall around here. Perhaps the cooler weather today helps.

This is a photo I took on my trip to Kentucky in October. I stopped in the grand metropolis of Crab Orchard near what I guess is the city park, or the town square. There are always a few locals selling stuff at tables there, I wanted to walk Buddy, but one guy had his hound keeping an eye on things from the back of his truck and I didn't want to stir up trouble. Crab Orchard is interesting and I like stopping there before I have to get back on the interstate.

Anyway, I haven't written much about my Kentucky visit on either this blog, or my other one, Johnson Family Bible, but guess I should start putting down the information I gleaned from relatives, Neville mostly. Or it will be lost in the vagaries of my loopy handwriting. Next post.

goldenrod roving, Etsy

This is some roving I dyed with goldenrod and posted for sale on Etsy. I'm not sure why the photo is coming out so small.

Quiet

Halloween was quiet. I felt a bit under the weather, we went out for breakfast at McD's, Brian worked on the kitchen, I made Cushaw soup and dessert, read an interesting book, we had a few, very few, trick-or-treaters. The weather was grim Saturday, but Sunday was lovely and eventually we went for a ride to TR by back ways to look at Autumn leaves at sunset and explore. It was lovely, we found a fabulous view of the mountains, and the moon was rising, but we didn't have the camera. Well.....

Another week of physical therapy, doctor's visits and the hope the B holds onto his job. Same old scary routine.