A Day in the Life of a Felter/Banjo Player/Mama
Post date: Apr 29, 2010 12:44:49 PM
Last Monday, I received 25 lbs of wool which I bought wholesale. For those of you who don't know, 25 lbs of wool looks something like this:
It is an arduous job to process all of that into felt pieces, like this vase of spring tulips and the season's first lady slipper.
It is especially difficult when the trees and shrubs are bursting forth with new colors and shapes, and the sun is shining and your children just desperately want to romp in the sun, see who can jump furthest off old stumps, and go frogging.
Plum blossoms Forsythia
But I live in New Hampshire. And even after the plum blossoms are fully awakened and the forsythia has blossomed into tangible sun rays, it snows once more. The snowy gloom of yesterday drove me to the banjo where I start to learn a modal tune I've been wanting to try for some time, "Hail Agin the Barn Door". Chris Coole's version is one hundred times better - but I remind myself I only picked up the tune 24 hours before.
I nurse a cup of coffee in front of the pellet stove. I am now ready to embrace the day of mixing concrete for the pilings of the porch we are building, working on the tree house with the kids, and (hopefully) for a bit of felting during nap time.