Living on a farm there are so many possibilities. Vegetables start from seeds, flowers turn into fruit, animals grow and change.
Then there are all the possibilities with fibre; from its raw state to being transforming into spun, dyed, and knitted items!
Fresh eggs with hand spun wool, dyed with nettles and onion skins
So here is my photo for possibility.
The possibility of new chicks.
Or of delicious omelets and quiche!
California poppies in our garden
White California poppy
I am filled with happiness when the garden explodes with these flowers. Even if the skies are grey, there is sunshine in the garden, comfort.
This is a photo my daughter took on a school trip to London. She took hundreds of pictures, most of them at crazy angles and of her friends. This one, has a soft sunset, but I think, fits the challenge nicely.
I also had a sunset photo in the Weekly Photo Challenge: Sky, but here is the same view, a different sunset taking by my husband.
We are starting spring here in the Southern Hemisphere, so I went back to some photos I took in April a few years ago. These mushrooms grow on the base of trees and seem to come up every year.
Group of mushrooms unopened
Tree open mushrooms
Here are some faces from the farm.
Sara the goat
When we bought our angora (not pure) goats, Sara was only a day old and sat on my lap for the drive back to the farm. Her mother died soon after, and so Sara became the orphan kid who played chase and tag with my daughter. Sara will be 10 years old this October, and still greets everyone with a friendly nudge.
Basketful of cats
We have had a lot of cats here on the farm, over 10 in 10 years. It is a hard life for cats, even though it doesn’t look like it in the picture.
We have had our cats poisoned, (neighbours put poison out for rats or dogs they don’t like). We have had them disappear or killed by dogs. And we even had one die of old age. They are farm cats, live outside, keep the rats in check. Some are part wild, but most are friendly, taken in when they are left starving on our doorstep. One has a broken tail and a scratchy meow after a cold almost killed her, but she is loud and gently.
This is actually a couple of photos to show how the texture changes when a weaving is “finished”. The finishing process for many woven pieces is done by agitating the piece in soapy water. This makes the fibres expand, or full, so they lock together to make a fabric. (And was a nice idea, but not so great with my phone’s camera!)
Close up of my weaving before fulling
Close up after the shawl has been washed
The weaving started with this wool my father bought in the South of Chile, with some of my hand spun used in the weft.
Hand spun from the South
Loom bought in the South of Chile, (very similar to the Ashford Rigid Heddle)
Close up of the weaving
Shawl off the loom
Before washing the shawl it felt very stiff, but after fulling it was nice and soft.
Shawl after fulling
I tend to get a bit emotional when I break things in the kitchen. I think I put too many memories into objects; memories like the romantic night drinking champagne with the black stemmed glasses, or the blue mug we bought when we first moved into the house. Breaking these items was a bit teary…
A couple weeks ago while moving some plates I knocked four bowls onto the floor and two broke. I wasn’t too sad, but they looked so pretty, the black, red, and now white, that I just put them to one side.
Bowl and pieces
Now what to do with the pieces? I could use them in a mosaic, or to decorate the garden, or in the fish tank… Anyone have any ideas?