Once I cut the soap into bars, I have to wait at least three weeks for it to cure into actual soap. My brother-in-law, the biologist, explained that it's saponification: the reaction of a molecule of oil and a molecule of lye, and then it has to cure. You can't be in a hurry here.
These are skeins of Shetland, waiting to become hat kits. I'm spinning a brown that will complete the color triad so I can't do anything further for now except spin.
We're waiting to put in our tomatoes and peppers - I'm sunning them. It's been 25 degrees the past two mornings, which has ended the question of whether we'll have fruit on our trees this year. Last year we have a great apple crop and then the deer jumped the fence and took care of that in a night. I cannot imagine being a pioneer here. We're waiting for spring or summer, which ever comes first.
We're waiting to get sheared. Poor Mickey can barely turn his head. Devon says all shearing is late this year because of the late snow. Ordinarily I'd be freaking out, but it's been so cool, I'm sure our fleeces will be okay. This from In Sheep's Clothing about Shetlands: "Evidence of a slight double coat, a tendency to molt, and a rich variety of natural colors indicate close ties to primitive ancestors. In times past, the fleeces were plucked from the sheep (a procedure called rooing) during their natural molt, but now most fleeces are shorn."
I always worry that when shearing is late, that the boys will heave off their coats. I think that displays their common sense. I'm hot, I'm taking this off. I was at a friends a number of years ago and was stunned at the terrible shape of one of their sheep. He looked like he'd been in a bar fight and lost, but they are good Mormons and I know they don't let their sheep go into bars. Wes explained that they hadn't sheared in time and now they were rooing the fleece. I don't know how usable a "rooed" fleece is and I hope I never have to find out.
I'm waiting to see if NOAA correctly forecasted the weather and if we'll awake to snow in the morning. It won't affect my plans, since I had already planned to weave. The dogs will be bummed - no walkies.