Mokihana's Garden

I wanted to learn to spin for years. It seemed like something so wonderful, so creative. Nolemana and I had taken a drive over to Tillamook, and in a myrtlewood store I’d seen a lovely wheel made out of myrtlewood, that I dreamed about for years afterwards. I longed to get a wheel, but knew there was no point buying one if I didn’t know how to spin. I had to consider that I might end up hating it, even though I knew I wouldn’t. But Nolemana and I agreed that discretion was the better part of valor, so I waited. (more…)

For the first time in ages I got out my wheel; well, one of them, that is. That’s another story for another time. Two years ago at Oregon Flock and Fiber Festival I bought a fabulous fleece from my friend Harriet Beck of Beck’s Sheep Farm and U-Cut. Harriet cards and hand-dyes her Romney fleeces in the most wonderful colors, and I just couldn’t resist this one. (more…)

Lately I’ve been writing haiku.  Dunno why.  For some reason, it seemed to be the best way to express some stuffs I was feeling. 

5-7-5.  How hard can that be?  Surprisingly hard.  Still yet, I tried.  So I thought I would share wat I wrote. (more…)