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“I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.”
Vincent Van GoghDear Dale,
For your enjoyment, a different type of knitterly eye-candy:











And for your reading pleasure...
A Year's Spinning
by
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
He listened at the porch that day,
To hear the wheel go on, and on;
And then it stopped, ran back away,
While through the door he brought the sun:
But now my spinning is all done.
He sat beside me, with an oath
That love ne'er ended, once begun;
I smiled--believing for us both,
What was the truth for only one:
And now my spinning is all done.
My mother cursed me that I heard
A young man's wooing as I spun:
Thanks, cruel mother, for that word--
For I have, since, a harder known!
And now my spinning is all done.
I thought--O God!--my first-born's cry
Both voices to mine ear would drown:
I listened in mine agony--
It was the silence made me groan!
And now my spinning is all done.
Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave,
(Who cursed me on her death-bed lone):
And my dead baby's (God it save!)
Who, not to bless me, would not moan.
And now my spinning is all done.
A stone upon my heart and head,
But no name written on the stone!
Sweet neighbours, whisper low instead,
"This sinner was a loving one--
And now her spinning is all done.
And let the door ajar remain,
In case he should pass by anon;
And leave the wheel out very plain,--
That HE, when passing in the sun,
May see the spinning is all done.
DAY 27 OFFERING
Wendy, of Yarns 2 Ewe, Inc., in Houston has graciously donated a Lantern Moon Origami bag in dark blue and "Wendy Knits."
We can't thank her enough for her generosity!

