Without so much as a by-your-leave yesterday afternoon, while I wasn't paying enough attention, thunderclouds were brewing.
About the time Hub Man got home, the hail started. Then some thunder! Then this:
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Oh how I have waited and waited for the rains to come again!
It was glorious.
I gave thanks to God for such a blessing.
This morning it is still overcast and it drizzled a bit while I took the dogs for a run. They didn't care a bit. We all got wet together. That was glorious too.
After breakfast I finished up my little felted bag. I have been saving ends of yarn and one half skein of wools that I thought might work together somehow. Of all the things I make, for some reason, the leftover yarn ones just tickle me. It's like the old fashioned quilts people used to make. They were projects of necessity. And because of that the serendipity levels were also high. You never knew what you were going to end up with.
When I was about half way finished knitting this bag, I knew what it was. And now that I know, I have become very fond of it.
This, my dear hens and chickens is a real 'Hobbit 'Tater Pouch'.
I figure Samwise Gamgee would have this in his pack in case he was given a pair of Conies to cook up while in the wild.
So here you have it. My Hobbit 'Tater Pouch:
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Come to think of it, I even have home grown potatoes to put in it.
I live in the sub-ub-burbs, but I think I'm half wild anyway.
About the time Hub Man got home, the hail started. Then some thunder! Then this:
[album 65561 Rain2.JPG]
Oh how I have waited and waited for the rains to come again!
It was glorious.
I gave thanks to God for such a blessing.
This morning it is still overcast and it drizzled a bit while I took the dogs for a run. They didn't care a bit. We all got wet together. That was glorious too.
After breakfast I finished up my little felted bag. I have been saving ends of yarn and one half skein of wools that I thought might work together somehow. Of all the things I make, for some reason, the leftover yarn ones just tickle me. It's like the old fashioned quilts people used to make. They were projects of necessity. And because of that the serendipity levels were also high. You never knew what you were going to end up with.
When I was about half way finished knitting this bag, I knew what it was. And now that I know, I have become very fond of it.
This, my dear hens and chickens is a real 'Hobbit 'Tater Pouch'.
I figure Samwise Gamgee would have this in his pack in case he was given a pair of Conies to cook up while in the wild.
So here you have it. My Hobbit 'Tater Pouch:
[album 65561 Tater Bag2.JPG]
Come to think of it, I even have home grown potatoes to put in it.
I live in the sub-ub-burbs, but I think I'm half wild anyway.