The first clue that it's maple season:
The third (note the parking lot is full and there's steam coming up from the boiler).
And here's the boiler, boiling...
We came, we saw, we ate enough sugar to drop a roomful of diabetics. There was sugar on snow. It was lovely. (Here, my husband embraces his cultural heritage, while our friend Catt holds up a fine example of solidified maple.)
After the ritual consumption of maple product, there was a bookstore crawl. I passed a yarn shop. Or rather, didn't pass it:
Well, I *was* out of sock yarn. And I had two knitting projects with me, the cardigan (I knitted on the sleeve on the way out), and I brought a few random balls from the stash for my walking-around project:
This yarn was given to me, so it didn't arrive with a plan, though I had a couple of ideas. I had thought of doing a scarf, but after knitting a few inches, I didn't like the effect of knitting the two colors together in pattern, so I separated the lavender and white, and started knitting blocks instead, very simple stockinette blocks with a little seed stitch border to stop them curling (because this yarn sticks like the very fiends of hell, and fixing mistakes is accursedly difficult in it). Unfortunately, I'm only getting a block and a half from each skein, and there are four skeins. Six ten-inch blocks isn't going to be enough. I'll need to find a third coordinating color and knit border strips to finish this off. Perhaps in some slightly darker shade of purple. (It can't make this blanket look any more Easter-y than it already does.) At any rate, it'll be another four skeins of stash yarn tasked to a purpose, which is all to the good.
It was a lovely day, despite the weather:
Now if the caffeine would just wear off so I can get some sleep!