Of the seven little balls of roving, five and a fraction remain. I'm taking them in reverse order of size, that is thickness (they are all more or less the same length) — I'm sure there's a way to separate a roving into perfectly even pieces, but I know nothing of it. It seemed to take me forever and a day to spin up the first one, but it's done — you can see the last remnant of it fluttering in the breeze above — and I'm now at work on the next biggest one, which I think is the top back one. Now that the end is in sight I get a bit impatient, until I get into the Zen of it, aided by the endless blues in the vista before me and the ones traveling through my fingers. (I let a couple of the kids staying at the place try the wheel, using some practice roving I had luckily brought with me, and I noticed that beginner spinners tend to work harder than they need to: rather than just pinching and drafting and letting the wheel draw the yarn in, they worry about getting the yarn onto the bobbin. Of course I was that way too when I started. As a very wise friend always says, it's the process.)
So the bobbin looked like this at the completion of #1. I can definitely see progress, and from here on out I'll take a picture as I finish each piece of roving.
And this is what I am spinning next, a wool/mohair blend from Touch of Twist. The process is the thing, but a little incentive never hurt anyone (especially anyone who is a very, very slow spinner).