Hello, friends! I hope the warm days are treating you well so far.
After a whirlwind few weeks of work and travel, I’ve finally had a little time to start settling into summer. The flowers are blooming.
The blackberries are starting to ripen.
There’s been some hiking.
I’ve begun a love affair with milk kefir.
There’s been some reading.*
Some yoga on the porch . . .
Plenty of knitting, of course (though I’m fresh out of pictures) . . .
And now there’s going to be spinning! The Tour de Fleece starts tomorrow, and I can hardly wait!
Is anyone else joining in this year?
I’ve been loving everyone’s blog posts lately. I’m behind with commenting, but I’ve definitely been reading. I can’t imagine what I’d do without our wonderful online fiber community.
Wishing you peace, happiness, and lots of knitting AND spinning during these wonderful long days!
The title of this post is from John Steinbeck’s The Winter of Our Discontent: “In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.”
*The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben has been mind-bending in the things it’s taught me about how trees communicate.