The Bird’s Nest by John Drinkwater
I know a place, in the ivy on a tree
Where a bird’s nest is and the eggs are three
And the bird is brown, and the eggs are blue
And the twigs are old but the moss is new
And I go quite near, though I think I should have heard
The sound of me watching, if I had been a bird
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This little poem inspired the March Tiger Club, entitled Nesting. The soft hand dyed shades of blue, grey, brown, and green tell of the co-mingled dreariness and hope of early spring.
The fiber is a lovely Romney wool that was grown by sheep in Michigan, and processed by Zeilinger’s. It is quite lovely to spin, I know I grabbed some as soon as the boxes arrived. I have some new colors of this in the dyepot now, look for Romney to be in the shop in about 2 weeks.
And what yarn would take the colors just as prettily? Well, it had to be Bengal Twist. It loves pale colors, and lend them the beautiful luster of the BFL (Blue Faced Leicester) wool that it is made of.
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