Plans exceed hours available, as usual

Weaving tidbits from this weekend: who wonders how to wind bobbins of thread without a bobbin winder?

There's that mystery solved! I've weaved the length of one and a half cardboard separators. I think there were five, unless there were four.

And, I've learned something I would never have thought of. This is a four harness, six treadle loom in a direct tie up. One of my first looms was a four harness, four treadle direct tie up. One treadle moved one harness. I never lifted my feet to operate that loom.

Twill: 1-2/2-3/3-4/4-1; plain weave: 1-3/2-4. I slid my feet across the sequences required. In doing so again, I realized I could weave for longer periods with less pain, simply because my feet are always firmly on treadles, not lifting from treadles, which requires back support. If that tip ever is passed on to someone who could use it, great.

Perhaps I might have emptied the loom this weekend, as forecast. However, Saturday morning was consumed with Laura's driver's license test. We have another licensed driver in the house.

Saturday afternoon and a couple more hours today went to the garden. I'm pleased.

Laura spent four hours at Kay's, the old house, working in that garden. She returned with plants. I am not a fan of daffodils, but she brought some miniature daffs, for color.

The Solomon's Seal we started with failed, so she brought a new stand of that.

This is a chive escapee from the pot of chives we brought to the old house in 1988, that Ann christened "Grandma's Chives", and so they have been for thirty years.

This is an Oriental Poppy. Our dad loved exotics, as you can tell by the abundance of colchieum, and he had a large bed of these orange poppies. We took one to the old house, thirty years ago. This is it. It never thrived. Kay "lent" it to us, to see what we can do.

I do complain of the lack of anemones, but Laura did plant close to a hundred bulbs. There are three small stands of them.

Another plant that needs cheering on:  a hellebore gifted to me by Ruth, just before Christmas. We took a chance and plunged it into the ground before we set out for Wisconsin. The big leaves are left from the original plant. The tiny bit in the middle is new growth. Let's hear it for hellebore!

It's not summer without mandevilla. This year, red, white and apricot.

And, pig still loves the ranunculus.