It didn't amount to much but it was pretty coming down.
Before Mr. Winter returned yesterday, we had a string of several very warm days that were perfect for tearing into the fleece shed. Spring equals fleece washing around here and I've got a lot to wash as well as a lot to card.
First I had to dig it all out and figure out what is what. I really need to learn to label things. I have a lot of mystery wool and that's bad.
I also sorted out the washing and dyeing materials. They were full of dead stink bugs. Ew.
I know this is crazy. Even I think this is crazy but I love dirty wool. It's still a little chilly but as soon as it warms up again, me and this icky stuff have a date for a bubble bath. I can't wait.