It is turning fallish in the air even this far south in New Mexico. The local U-pick apple farm has a sign out for .50 cents per pound. Who could resist? So off this morning we went to pick apples. As with most things I tend to think I need more than I probably do.....
The house smells of applesauce and cinnamon.
This treasure was out in the old apple tree here and looks like it was well used this year. The gray tufts are wool! A bird after my own heart.
There has been a lot of dyeing this week and there will be new roving at the market soon.
May you all have a wonderful weekend.
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