Another Bag Full

I did it again. I bought another giant bag of smelly stuff. The crocus peeking up from under the dead leaves in the front garden has awakened the need for making giant wet, drippy messes on the deck. My new, still in the box, drum carder has waited patiently all winter for some filthy fiber to shred into colorful little clouds for spinning. I know I am being overly ambitious since that green roving I began many months ago is still on the bobbin while the socks are at a standstill mid heel. The promise of warm days and time off is too tempting to ignore.