As usual I both volunteered at and entered at the local county fair -- checking-in and judging Poetry entries for the former, and going with my usual handspun yarn for the latter. Got my third blue ribbon in a row for spinning, so I'm happy (even if it's always a small class and the competition isn't *that* fierce).

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Now that Fry-kitty is old enough to go outside, his exceptionally soft, fine fur means that he's acquired a new hobby: vacuuming up every freaking goosegrass burr from our yard.  Much as I try to keep the stuff under control, after a wet spring like this last one, it's a losing battle.  Tippy and our late Gandalf never have/had much trouble with ( Read more... )