The house next door, after suffering from neglect, is now in the hands of "Someone Who Cares". No, not a new neighbor, but the realty company. Seeing as most of the shrubs in back and in front are dead from lack of water through most of a very hot summer, said company will have to reduce the fire hazard. Yesterday they showed up to do just that. It was amazing. We didn't call, but perhaps someone else did. We just tend to "worry, set, and fret", as Southerners would say. We did water what we could get at in the back yard.
I hope this means they will cut down that palm tree that's now interwoven with three vines as well as three years of dead fronds. The vines are morning glory, ivy and plumbego which have spilled over the common fence in an exuberant display of "wildling fever", the better to cover the earth. We did hack through them at times to try to save the fence, which is relatively new. We gave it up as a lost battle and just decided to enjoy our "jungle corner".
Are these the ones in hempathy? How do you like the yarn?
ReplyDeleteHi Sarah-Hope :o) Thanks for your comment.
ReplyDeleteYes, these gloves are in Hempathy yarn.
I love that yarn. I'll get more of it for summer tops and more gloves. What I like about it is, though it's a little splitty, it was no trouble to knit at all; the colors are great; it's very soft after washing it and even soft and not harsh on the hands while knitting. A ball has good yardage in that one ball knit a very large part of the pair of gloves. They were short fingered gloves but the finger goes up just below the middle knuckle. I've got some deep purple color Hempathy and will make another pair of gloves with it in the future. So many projects! *sighs* Lovely isn't it? =0)
I like this yarn!
ReplyDeleteIt's really very nice, and it gets soft and linen like the more you handle it. Bamboo is the next big adventure, after these gloves and the silk shawl and wooly aran are knitted.
ReplyDeleteGosh I love your blog about your small scale fiber producing farm. It's a little bit like what we called Micro farming. I lived on a Micro farm as a child. It was a little under 3 acres of bottom land. A little river ran through it.