The olive roots sweater is no longer the greenest thing around, nature has taken over!
The cables are my constant friends. Cables forever. (I’m starting to get tired of them)
At least both sleeves are finished! But these yoke rows are long. Looooong. I’ve been making slow progress:
But now? I have a sweater design due later this summer. So I’ve got to tuck this aside and power through that!
This space is still nominally a knitting blog. And I actually have some to show you. But I keep forgetting to take pictures. Why? Because it is spring! And spring is much more exciting than an olive green sweater that still isn’t finished.
I may be unreasonably excited about that big black cube. But it is going to turn my compost heap into a compost factory. And that’s exciting, in my world.
The peas, beets, radishes, and lettuce seedlings are up.
No parsnips though. Actually, that’s not true. There are 3 parsnips in the bed where I planted them last year.
I know the seeds need to be planted early, maybe I’m missing that window? Maybe I should plant parsnips in the fall and let them overwinter as seeds?
While weeding the bed that will hold broccoli and brussel sprouts (it’s next to the fence, the neighbors’ grass always tries to move in) I found strawberry seedlings! So now I have a strawberry basket. We’ll see if I can remember to water it all summer…
And I highly suggest artisanal ice cubes for your next project.
Violets and mint are both edible. I will have the prettiest lemonade this summer!
You were “three or four” when we adopted you, and you’d never been inside a house before. We had just bought our first house and were so excited to welcome you to our family. You went on ALL the hikes and walks. 30-45 minutes twice a day. It was wonderful.
We’ve moved a couple of times. Been through some epic winters and gorgeous summers. Sure you ate the butter off the counter more times than I could count. But you were always a Good Boy.
Your brother Jake loved you. Moxie-cat would have loved you too if you’d just sit still for her. But when the babies joined our family you were so, SO gentle with them.
And so patient.
It’s been a long time, you lived with us for 12 years. Your muzzle went white, you clearly couldn’t hear anymore (which was really just as well when the thunderstorms rolled through.) It was so sad to say goodbye this weekend. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss you.