I went out today in the zero degree weather because I need a broom. Not just any broom, but a besom that I make myself from nature and love. I want to open the winter grove properly this year.
So, yesterday, I gathered willow switches. Our land is almost all willow, where it isn't marsh grasses, so finding young thin...dare I say, willowy...branches was easy. It also gave me an excuse to clear a better path to the Autumn grove.
I built up three good fires before I was finished binding them together with twine and handspun yarn. The yarn isn't strong enough on its own, so I had to resort to twine. After four bindings, I had to stop. My fingertips were chewed up and my feet were numb.
Last night, it snowed. Yay! A white Christmas is always a cause for celebration. Today, I gathered up two big boxes of wood and set out to make a fire once more. It was much colder this time around. I had to wait until late afternoon for the snow to stop. I managed to get two more bindings done before the fire and I gave out. I also got the handle whittled, burned, and inserted. I will need to do the bindings higher on the handle next time, and hopefully it won't be quite as cold out.
I also wanted to share that I finished the Ericales shawl. I hope I never have to knit this one again. I might not put it in the commission book, because it was tedious and not joyful. It is lovely, though, so we'll see.
I have ideas that have been rolling around in my head for a month for the next shawl. I am feeling slightly burned out from this last one, so I may not start until after the holidays.
Blessed Yule, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays to you all.