Farmer's Tan?

Does it count as a farmer's tan if you get a tan line after sitting on the deck on a blissfully warm sunny day knitting?  See that line about two thirds of the way through my tattoo? It wasn't there this morning. The tattoo was , ok yes I have a tattoo. You can't tell here because it is a reverse selfie and isn't very detailed and focused. But it is the Celtic symbol for Maiden, Mother , Crone. I got a wild hair after my first three grandgirls joined us. I was feeling very wise and crone like. You know sage and full of wisdom? So I decided what better way to celebrate my leap to being a Gammie yup no R in it in our family reference. Also a bit of a nod to my Great Great Irish Grandmother.

The day looked like this in the afternoon post chores and laundry out. The wind that had threatened to spread my laundry over three counties had even died down to a lovely almost warm breeze.

 

I was in the process of finishing up the finger less mitts I began in um, well never mind. Let us just say one more UFO knitting for unfinished object is almost done.





I didn't stay long only about an hour or two or never mind.   My reasons were good . It was clear with a lovely view of Mt. Lassen herself in the east. The sky was so blue and the sun felt so good. And it has been a long, wet, cold winter did I mention wet? The Pyrs were napping in the goat pen and the goats were munching the lovely green sweet grass that has grown all fall and winter with the rain we have had. It was so idyllic you know just a perfect spring day.

So who can blame me? Certainly not me for one. Anyway I need to rest up as kidding commences on or about April 7th. And a goatherd needs to store up energy for the weeks ahead. Not to mention there is always a UFO waiting in the wings.