I look forward all winter, to the first day of weather warm enough to spin on the porch. Today was just such a day, and I am not even cheating and bundling up in every piece of wool I own. Looking forward to listening to the returning birds sing and watching the chickadees at the feeder. And look, here comes Molly the cute little Welsh terrier to see what I am up to. Nice hand knit socks she is thinking. Hmm wonder what that brown stuff is. Once she gets a smell of the lovely sheepy, alpaca fiber that I am attempting to spin, she decides it must die and every chance she gets she makes a mad dash for another mouthful and shakes the stuffing out of it. Doesn’t seem too likely to come to life to me, but she just has to be sure. So much for peaceful spinning. But I do feel safer.