Triple H weather sucks, especially when it drops in suddenly after extended cool. I have gardens to plant and tree holes to dig and it just ain't gonna happen with the hazy hot n humids hanging on. It hit so fast around here I didn't even have time to turn on the AC. My house takes forever to change it's temp, so I try to turn on the central air when it's already comfortable inside. Much less expensive that way. And the triple H is supposed to leave by tonight, so why go to the expense of chillin for just a few days? But. No heavy work happened. Instead, I fibered. Still no knitting and definitely not the dye pots to add more heat n humid. But I found a baggie full of lovely dark angora hanging around, a left over from a workshop I taught, and the last of a multicolor blue and white roving I won in a raffle last year, so I carded them up, drizzling some aquamarine glitz in the mix. Then Rosie and I sat outside in the rabbitry under the maple trees enjoying breeze both natural and fan made. I hung the batt in a bag so it didn't have to sit in my lap and treadled away some timeless time. The batt was only an ounce and a half so I wound it into a center pull ball, then plyed it on itself. The skein is just a smidge shy of 100 yards about worsted weight, still needs a bath, but I'm pleased. And at night under the lights, my skein shines all sparkly.
I'm also quite pleased with the newest members of the herd. Born early this morning, two solid healthy kits, offspring of Opal and Hoppin' Fresh. These two are Opal's last babies. She is 4 years old now and has earned retirement. The dark one, a self black, will stay here whether buck or doe but I'd really really like a doe. The white one, I believe, is already promised turns out to be available. I was hoping for a slightly larger litter because I have a waiting list, but only two in this litter and none from the other doe I bred makes the decision to part with Big Hopper easier. L'il Bit stays here.