This is my top down raglan named Grizzly after a budgie.
The lighter part is hand spun and dyed by me. I feel like pulling out the spinning wheel today but I think I might save my strength and fibre/fiber for the Tour De Fleece this year. I am in the middle of turning the heel of my second Vestigial sock (the 3rd pair). Can't wait to finish it and a million other projects.
It's feeling a bit more summery here.
From Song Of The Open Road by Walt Whitman
Listen! I will be honest with you,
I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is call’d riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,
You but arrive at the city to which you were destin’d, you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call’d by an irresistible call to depart,
You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings of those who remain behind you,
What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with passionate kisses of parting,
You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach’d hands toward you.