Friday, January 20, 2012

goin' rovin'

 a furtive knock on my door
suppertime, dark
then quiet
 i stand slowly, go to the door,
turn on the light...nothing
or so i thought.
i opened the door to a strange box
a truck delivery. with a thought for the driver
who braved the ice
inside: roving from a friend
spinner's delight! 
a tweedy mix and pure white finn-gorgeous.
(and a directive)
thanks, carol dear!

14 comments:

  1. indeed, faisal. it will be hand (and brain) therapy!

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  2. and my first thought was


    f
    e
    l
    t


    oh i DO like that tag...

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  3. lovely, nothing more satisfying than sitting by the fire on a frosty winter night - spinning. there is more than one way to trick the blogger gremlins - it just takes longer!

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  4. jean, we think alike!
    valerie, maybe...

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  5. What a lovely surprise! Finn wool is wonderful, and the tweedy mix sounds divine. Enjoy it in whatever form it takes, although I'm voting for spinning by a warm fire.

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  6. oh, marilla, you know, perhaps from our talks, how much i love to spin...how lovely the conversation between hands, wool and the wheel can be.

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  7. ahhh ...the memory of that little tune,
    a rovin a rovin a rovin bin my ru-i-an ....
    i think from primary school,
    when music class meant singing folk songs and the like !

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  8. c'mon girl, bring back the original meaning to the word. in you we trust :)

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  9. roz, i remember the folk song! oh, yes, we sang with glee from odd printed songbooks.
    neki, !!!

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  10. and showing I'm no textile arteest - my first thought was .... 'ooo look a cloud in a box'...

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  11. ronnie, tis a cloud...spinning clouds into cloth, i like that!

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