Yesterday it all got a bit surreal. Not only did the blog moorhens have babies, but as I was walking along, I saw this.
As you do.
Yesterday it all got a bit surreal. Not only did the blog moorhens have babies, but as I was walking along, I saw this.As you do.
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I know lots of people who spin
it is a great way of creating one's own yarn for one's weaving/knitting projects
where I live there is a group of people who meet outside at various locations to spin on beautiful sunny days
in fact, I know how to spin
it is easier than it looks and more enjoyable than you think and if you start with a fleece (or any other kind of wool, alpaca is my favourite), card it, spin it/dye it (or the other way around depending on what kind of colour effect you want), then knit the yarn into a jumper it is incredibly satisfying
of course, you could just go to M&S to buy one, but it is not quite the same
I know how to spin too. That is, the exercise bike style spinning. When it comes to yarn, however, I'm quite content to watch.
and then of course there is the spinning round and round on the spot with your arms outstretched on a beautiful day
because sometimes life is good
'I walk him along this part of the river.'
You may find it easier to use the bank in future. Or is this a Jesus dog?
I am lways careful to watch out for sharks and jet skis
Looks like a lovely part of the world you live in. As a Brummie (although I'm in the suburbs now) I envy you.
By the way, I commented on your wordpress blog. Here's what I said:-
Strange isn't it, how we differ in what pleases us? The more I use Wordpress the more I'm impressed (is there a pun in there?). I particularly love the ease with which you can categorise the posts; although I'm not sure if there's any advantage in doing that, as most people only read current posts. Still, I'm a little bit geeky (but only a smidgeon). I also like the way current activity is displayed in the dashboard... come to think of it, now I'm writing about it, I realise I like wordpress a whole lot better. Perhaps I'm just enjoying change for the sake of it.
My grandmother used to spin and weave. Cotton I think.
It always looked wonderfully tranquil.
Apart from sudden small explosions of dutch invective when things didn't go quite right.
Hi Don, we're only a suburb really, although fighting to stay independent.
We're lucky to have the Thames.
Somwhere I compared Wordpress and Blogger to Macs and PCs.
I suspect for the more 'techie' minded Wp has something to offer. For me, a dullard, I think Blogger is best.
Even I can manage to personalise the look of the place a bit, something I could't do on Wp (for free).
still spinning round and round and round - hope the move's going well beep!
Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Hi Beep :-) You have a lovely area to walk in!
Well it's Sleeping Beauty innit,
waiting for her first prick ;-)
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