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:

Gardener in the Distance said...

Such stuff are dreams made of.

Velma said...

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

iNd!@nA said...

and my first thought was


f
e
l
t


oh i DO like that tag...

Velma said...

yes, and yes, india!

onesmallstitch said...

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!

Valerianna said...

FELT - my first thought, too.

Velma said...

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

Marilla said...

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.

Velma said...

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.

roz said...

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 !

neki desu said...

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

Velma said...

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

ronnie said...

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

Velma said...

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