Nothing says lazy days of high summer like the sight of skeins of handspun yarn hanging on the line to dry.
Every year, Woolfest brings on the urge to spin my own yarn. It’s a lovely grounding thing to do, but… it’s SO SLOW, and I have NO PATIENCE. I may be over the impulse again for another year. At least until I’ve knitted some of the sheepsworth of yarn I acquired last weekend.