Clara and I

Clara the Faithful Spinning Wheel and I have been spending a lot of time together. I got the hang of the cotton much quicker than I expected and I have gotten two bobbins full of it and have plied half of it so far. It is working out very well. It is soft and silky and such a pretty color. The color shows up different in photos, because of whatever light is available at the time, but, trust me, it is a very pretty golden green. They say that naturally colored cotton gets darker as you use it and wash it. I can’t wait to see for myself.

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Westmoreland Song for the Spinning Wheel
by William Wordsworth

Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel!
Night has brought the welcome hour,
When the weary fingers feel
Help, as if from faery power;
Dewy night o'ershades the ground;
Turn the swift wheel round and round!

Now, beneath the starry sky,
Couch the widely-scattered sheep: -- 
Ply the pleasant labor, ply!
For the spindle, while they sleep,
Runs with speed more smooth and fine,
Gathering up a trustier line.

Short-lived likings may be bred
By a glance from fickle eyes;
But true love is like the thread
Which the kindly wool supplies,
When the flocks are all at rest
Sleeping on the mountain's breast.