We had a day of sunshine last week.
Um, okay. It wasn't truly a day. It was more like a
glorified morning that stretched a bit past noon.
The crocus and I made the most of it. They drank in
the light and lured in bees for tea and a treat.
I went for a walk without my raincoat. I even wore my
sunglasses. I walked to the Pendleton Outlet, and
feasted on the lovely wool goodness with similar gusto
to the bees in the bulbs. I carried home 5 1/2 pounds of
wool odds and ends from per pound bins. A creamy
white, heavy wool to wet felt for needle felting, and
some good sized scraps of lighter plaid wool with
lovely bits of fringe. I don't know what I'll do with the
plaid, but I couldn't let it go.
Hey Mr Bee, you get your nourishment where you can.
You go nectar, I go wool. Regardless, the clouds had
started to form again by the time I'd made lunch for
the big guy and I. It was good day.