The day before Thanksgiving

The day before Thanksgiving, and up in the spinning room

the only noise heard, was the whirring of a spinning wheel.

Buckets of hand carded batts, laid very carefully,

with high hopes of being spun into yarn very soon.

An almost empty bobbin was placed on the spinning wheel,

and oil was put in all the right places.

I began prepping, and getting ready for

a fun time of spinning.

When after one batt was spun up, I reached for another

Slowly the bobbin began to fill. 

The morning turned to afternoon, I whistled and hummed

while I worked.  I continued to spin and soon it was time

to put everything aside.  A fairly good days worth of work

was done.

A half filled bobbin is what I had done!