When I'm throwing the shuttle and the loom is behaving, my mind is free to wander. Sometimes I sing to myself in time to the thump of the beater.Today's section suggested tunes about green.
Green, green, It's green they say, On the far side of the hill. Green, green, I'm going away to where the grass is greener still.
Green grow the lilacs, all sparkling with dew. I'm lonely, my darling, since parting with you.
Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight.
And so on.
And then it was time to cut off the section and retie. Ordinarily I just keep on weaving, but it seemed that it would be a good idea to even out some tension irregularities. After retying, I wove a few inches of mostly white warp on top, for a change. There's plenty of warp, so I'm not worried about this small detour.
And now back to work.