fleece

Washed the new fleece. It's black and silky, long fibers, with curly brown ends.

I rinsed it twice in cold water from the hose, gently submerged in a tub.

Then I spread it out on the sunny floor of the summerhouse. I turn it, pick out grass, turn it again. I wipe the lanolin on my bare legs. When the sun sets I put on a wool sweater, showing the fleece it's future.