It's been a strange Sunday. Brian left early for his first day of his new job driving combine, and may not get back until late. He's called and texted and sent a couple photos; he seems to be enjoying himself.


Rick left a bit later to help a church member move furniture and has been gone ever since. He took his latest wooden bowl with him so I suspect he's spent the rest of his day at his wood-turning mentor's shop.

That's left me home alone, which I don't mind at all except for the not knowing when to expect anyone. There are leftovers in the frig, so it's easy enough to serve supper to whoever, whenever. I've baked and watered, did laundry and weeded, spun some yarn and filled a feed sack full of noxious weeds from another patrol around the property. Nothing very exciting, but since I have the time, I figured I might as well post.

After spinning 44g of singles on my new Lilac Wren, I started my Juniper Egret's maiden flight. The Wren spins much faster; the Egret is better suited for plying but it's doing a fine job of spinning singles, too.

Oh – I sampled my fermented snow peas tonight and they are TASTY! Too bad their season is about over.

That's it for Solo Sunday at . . .