I got up very early this morning. And was so tired. Yesterday I woke already before five and got quickly and quietly up anticipating that I would have many many hours of solitary time before anyone else wakes up. The school is out and the children are home... But this morning it was different. I did not want to get up and needed the sleep. The old black dog had to go out and she made her pleads, and I lay there in bed pretending that I was not hearing her and hoping that someone else would --- but not a soul was stirred and I had to get up. Quite annoyed. But if the old lady has to go very early in the morning, so she has to.
Then I made a cup a coffee, took my knitting and went to sit outside for a while with the knitting. After a while it did not feel bad at all.This is the scenery from my morning coffee spot. If you look carefully, you can see both the dogs roaming around. (I'm not sure of the water temperature but probably something like 12 C.)
The knitting isn't much at the moment. It is the handspun Polwarth but can't say anything else of it, because right at the moment I'm very much in doubt...
(Oh no, I don't sell my handspun, first because the quality is not good enough that anybody would like it and then I'm very slow, but I put the belt on the yarn to have it look more organized and the yarn appears to be better and the belt has the information for later use.)
So the knitting content is limited. And probably is going to stay like it for a while. I'm sorry but remember when I said that we use wood to heat the house. Mostly wood. Which means that the wood has to turn from the trees into firewood and there are many steps...
This is just the beginning of the pile needed for the long and cold winter.
(A teenager was spotted on the scene but refused to appear on these pages because of wearing clothing suitable for this job. Before getting her work gloves on she sat long and hard at the incomes policy table with her father and sorted out all the little details like whether she was paid while having lunch...)She was the tallyman.