Weaving

I have finished the spring piece. I finished it tonight and celebrated with a wee dram of a splendid whiskey. It is till in the loom though.  Three meters to go and there is another piece cooking in my head.  I had been stuck in the work but during the goat visit I found the solution. 

I was weaving yesterday until late about eleven pm. I could hear the blackbird had started it's song sitting in one neighbour's spruce so I decided to take a short walk before I went to bed after a successful day at the loom.  I have been falling asleep listening to that black bird for a few nights.  All through my 15 minute walk I could hear the blackbird singing, It was fabulous and the evening was so still and mysterious and nobody was about but the blackbird and other birds singing their hearts out and a grey striped cat that I met. When I got back and set my alarm clock it was 2.30 am!! I had only guessed the time when I went out.  These bright summer nights confuse the mind and are intoxicating. A marvellous drug, summer nights. 


During the weaving of these two days I have been listening to an audio book that I would never had chosen to read but as there is a limited amount of audio books in my favourite library in Reykjavik I  take what I find, start listening and if I can't stand it I turn it off. This book is called Hotel on the  the Corner of Bitter and Sweet.  Marvellous book.  It introduced me to the evacuation and imprisonment of Japanese Americans during world war two but also was the story of love and loyalty.