Slow fibre – from sheep to yarn

I am smitten with all types of fibre (as well as books of course) and it takes me off on varied tracks all over the place.  That old saying “Jack of all trades – master of none” springs to mind.

After struggling with limited success to teach myself to spin with a drop spindle I was lucky enough to find a second hand spinning wheel within easy travelling distance from home.  The past week has been a hive of activity here with frantic spinning of the wheel – much cursing and frustration as the yarn broke on almost every revolution of the spinning wheel and a little coercion to persuade DH to effect some minor running repairs and adjustments I am feeling very smug as I have a ball of yarn sitting in front of me this evening.

The satisfaction of knowing where the wool came from and having a hand in most stages of processing is immense.

This yarn was grown and processed within 20klms of home.  I have yet to decide what to create with this yarn – whatever it is I shall treasure it.

Washed fleece from Maybrook merinos

Washed fleece from Maybrook merinos


Carding machine – wool being combed


After combing – soft fluffy batts


Hand spun – 2 ply yarn


Winter weather?

26 years ago today our beautiful son was born – the weather was wild and wooly and I can remember lying in the small country hospital worrying about my husband getting home without a branch coming down on top of the car!

Today, it feels like spring, I went for a walk in the bush just down the road from home, to find the wildflowers are flowering a little earlier than usual. I dare not mention those words – climate change.


Hardenbergia – native wisteria




The first little orchids to appear after winter


Swan River Myrtle just starting to come into flower

Carpets  of sunshine!

Carpets of sunshine!


Tiny lavender stars


It doesn’t happen every year – but this year the Five Mile Brook is flowing – this is the start of it