Sunday, May 15, 2016

Making Hay- or at Least Flowers

This week was gorgeous and sunny and warm, contrasting very favorably with the prior ten days of rain, cold, drizzle and occasional downpours for variety.   Despite being very busy, everything seems easier when the sun is shining.

I put the zipper in the little sweater, and it's gone off to a very small new little boy.

I also found and photographed the other 3 pair of mittens that were floating around.   

That brings the knitting photography up to date.   I'm on the second blue stripy sock, but it's really only getting attention when I'm waiting somewhere, like for my order to come in a restaurant.  

Biscuit has been getting attention however.  (He kind of demands it.)  See, while he has never liked especially to be picked up, he would tolerate it.  And really- a cat that fluffy and cute should expect to be picked up and snuggled a lot.   But then we finally learned the way he wants to be held- right-side up and supported on the cradle of our arms.  He'll stay like this for quite some time.  Certainly long enough to put your arm to sleep.  (He likes wool sweaters, too.  The one my husband is wearing in this picture is possibly my favorite sweater that I have made, ever.)

So now, when Biscuit is bored, he'll come and complain.  And he will be picked up and walked around the library, or just held and patted.  While he purrs, and occasionally flexes a fluffy paw in contentment.  And we go, "aww...."  and try to restore circulation in our arm.  

In other news, I got out in the yard this week to see what was going on.  Quite a lot of bulbs haven't bloomed and the lone hyacinth has gone by, but the miniature daffodils are adorable as always.  
I have to wonder about the bulbs- last year a lot of them barely put up leaves after the harsh winter- I'm hoping they'll eventually come back.  

There's a positive riot of violets all over the place, from white to violet and everything in between:

The forget-me-nots are unforgettable. 

The candytuft iberis is soldiering on.  It doesn't seem overly happy.  It may need some fertilizer.  

The lupines aren't blooming yet, but they are spreading like crazy.  And the volunteer columbine from last year is back with more buds.  

And last but not least, the lilies of the valley are putting on a lovely show as always.  

Sunday, May 8, 2016


Remember last post when I talked about how gorgeous the weather was and how I climbed a mountain?  I found the photos- here's the view from the summit of Long Mountain in western Massachusetts. 

And that was the last we saw of the sun.  The whole week has been wet and chilly. However, although the cold rain and gray skies make it hard to tell, the apples know that it is spring.  

Various plants around the yard have been putting up greenery and even a few buds.  Though the very first tulip wasn't open a day when someone nipped off the blossom and left it lying on the ground beside the plant. I suspect the squirrels.

Biscuit's response to the rain (as well as many other situations) is to have a nice lie down until something interesting happens.
Biscuit in the castle

Biscuit's method doesn't work for me, (for one thing, the cat castle is a tight fit for a human), so I've been cuddled up with a stack of books and my knitting.  After a certain amount of counting, recounting and cursing of seams, the little Tomten jacket is finally (almost) done.  Which is to say that the knitting is done, ends woven in, and it's blocking, so I'll just have to add the zipper once it's dry.  

Surprisingly, Biscuit left the jacket completely alone right up until I started trying to take a picture, at which point he sat on it.  Because why on earth would I be taking a picture without a cat in it?  

Happy Mother's Day, to all the moms out there.  

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Tipping Point

I have to really admire the busy bloggers I know who nonetheless share their crafts regularly with their far-flung fans on the net.  It seems like when I hit a tipping point, everything else falls off the radar.   But, despite my very slow rate of crafting recently, I've blogged even less, so I do have a few new things to show you.

1.  My stalwart assistant.  Biscuit wants you to know that depriving you of his presence was not his idea.  He's cute even when the internet isn't looking.

2.  Yarn!  Which is not new, but I amazingly managed to wind it off without help (Biscuit loves the yarn swift).   I of course in a fit of optimism figured I'd be needing the rest of my skeined sock yarn any minute now.

3.  But in fact this is not the case.  I'm still working on sock number one of the latest Chevron socks. Probably because I tried four different patterns with the stripes until in exasperation I resorted to a pattern I had already tried and knew looked good.  

4.  Jake and Cookie want you to know that they're guarding my jacket diligently.  Probably because it was in a good position to surveil the cat food bowls in case any passing humans decide to Do Something Interesting involving cans and thumbs. 

5.  When the sock got to be too complicated for me, I fell back on mittens.  Plus, they satisfy the primal urge to finish something already. 

6.  And last but not least, on the rare occasions I am not missing the right needles, the pattern, the contrast yarn, and am not grafting the ^&%$$#@!! hood for the fifth time- wrong- I've been making progress on the Tomten jacket.  I'm now at the sleeves, so I'm hoping I'm on the home stretch.  I need to hustle, or the kid's going to outgrow this before it is done.  (It's for the new son of one of my co-workers.)

In other news, I've been to Detroit, Chicago, Minneapolis and upstate New York since we last visited, work continues busy, I've opened the pool (after a windstorm mostly took the cover off anyway), gone to concerts, visited with relations, climbed a mountain (first long walk of the season), gotten sunburned (first time forgetting sunscreen of the season) and hobbled around like a cripple (first time overdoing-it-while-in-pathetically-unfit-shape of the season).   Or in other words, life is humming along at its usual frenetic rate.    And now I should sleep, because I haven't the least intention of slowing down any time soon!