it's quiet in the neighborhood.
I took my spinning/knitting projects out to the front porch. A cool evening, but too nice to be inside.
Deliberately, I am letting the end of the roving catch in the already spun yarn.
The roving I am using for a shawl has patches of color that matches the fungi growing on the stairs.
And also the snail that is crawling by my foot.
He's probably heading for the primroses.