From now on a large part of my indoor photographs will be taken on this fragment of the forest’s soul. This beautiful slice of about a hundred-year-old hornbeam was given to me as a gift. I have a strong belief that was an expression of gratitude for my diplomatic withdrawal from men’s plans.
We have wintered extremely easily this year. At first, it was so warm it could be taken for early autumn. When Yule came and the Earth bounced off the Sun so much, the heat could no longer hold to this place, the snow covered the vegetation thoroughly. Such prepared world and my gardens survived winter really well. It is true that I’ve suffered some losses, but these were plants annual in our climate. I didn’t loose however any of the plants with which I have plans for the upcoming season. Not even a single one. Something ends, but something begins at the same time – this year my dye garden will be much greater and in plural. Yes, I’ll be having two dye gardens!
– What? How come? Milk? Real one???
Wrinkling me forehead, disbelief and then intense research. That was my first reaction to the news that you can get and spin milk protein fibre. I got surprised equally much a few minutes later when it turned out the fiber is older than me by a couple of generations and was a way to combat shortages during World War II. But let’s start from the very beginning:
I have recently ordered a set of tops of my dreams. Literally. After a period of testing wools coming from different sheep breeds (there was an idea to write a series of posts covering this.. this might be worth rethinking), now the moment came when I want more fun. I have also more trust in my own capabilities, and I feel I can surf on slightly higher waves.
Among blends I wanted to touch and turn into a yarn there was this divine blend of merino wool present here in 3 colors – white, blue and raven and .. a flax. At the end of the braid you can see how beautifuly it distinguishes itself from the smooth woolen fibres.