Plants from the Virginia garden -- dug, boxed up and taken for a long drive north -- settling into their new home.
We've been in New Hampshire a year and a half now; time to put down some more roots. Today's the first day of a two-month sabbatical from my writing job - which ought to make room for a bit more writing here.
Looking forward to a summer's worth of domestic life ... drop by anytime.
So I'm standing in the little strip of woods between our lot and our next door neighbor's a few minutes ago, maybe 15 feet away from the house and 10 or so from the flowerbed with the daffodils in it - in other words, very much in our yard, walking the dog on a retractable lead, and what strolls by, 20 feet away at the most?
The crew was off school last week, and just like last year, we made an expedition into Vermont.
The falls over the dam at Quechee are stunning right now, pure energy, loud and a bit frightening, really.
That's a long winter's worth of snow on its way out.
See: snow's gone.
What else? Gardening, or more precisely, the necessary prelude to it - the big clean-up. Grit swept off the drive, sticks off the lawn, the last of the leaves raked and bundled into the woods. Got a bit of a lecture from the therapist who's looking after my wrist, for overdoing it with the rake. (Fair to note that he was sporting blister-covering band-aids himself? Pot, kettle, black? On the other hand, he's not the one with the broken arm on the mend.)
Thirteen's birthday wrapped up the long run of cakes and candles (four family birthdays since February) with moment of drama: tall candles, long hair, and a too-close encounter while making a wish. (No damage done, thankfully. The fire went right out.)
Daffodils are opening while a few crocus still linger. It's spring all at once.
This is supposed to be "Itzim," a cyclamen-type with an orange center. The petals are starting to get swoopy as they should, but the trumpets haven't colored up noticeably yet. Have to wait and see. "Jack Snipe" is due next.
What's missing? A knitting project. I logged a few rounds at most on the blue stripy sock - but the search for a good spring project is on: paging through books and magazines, poking around in the (small) stash, pouring over Ravelry. (Suggestions welcome!)
Thanks for checking in - I'm out of a cast, and into a splint after surgery Friday, with just enough wiggle room for some garter stitch. The splint stays for about a week, and then it's up to the gadget the surgeons put in place to hold things steady for 5 weeks more, while the bones heal. Needless to say, I'm benched from winter sports (skiing, skating, snow shoveling) for the season.
Waiting in the wings: a short row garter stitch hat, which I learned from a hockey mom at practice a few weeks ago, who was working on one - her daughter was wearing another - both in Kureyon. The yarn's stripes suited the hat perfectly. It's worked side to side, with one seam at the end to finish. From memory:
Short row hockey-watching hat:
Cast on 40 stitches, do a set of short rows over the top 10 stitches to make one segment/wedge of the crown*; repeat the segments until the hat is large enough to go around its intended head (anywhere from 7 to 10 or more depending on your gauge and the recipient). Bind off and then seam the cast on and bound off edges together; invent something to close any gap at the top. It can be worn cuffed or not.
(*i.e. knit 30 + 1, turn (leaving the remaining stitches alone for the instant) and knit back to the bottom, turn, knit 30 + 2, turn, knit back to the bottom, etc, until you're back up to a 40-stitch row.)
Has anyone seen this before? It has a very Elizabeth Zimmerman feel to it.
I picked up this yarn just a few hours before the skating party, with the hat in mind:
Sunday morning saw everything coated in a scrim of ice - and late Sunday, or maybe very early Monday, the snow started falling. It didn't so much take me by surprise as make me realize how quickly I'd settled into thinking that here-and-gone snow was normal. That, of course, was Virginia talking. But the snow's back, just in time for week two of afterschool cross-country ski lessons on Tuesday - me, too, tagging along as a volunteer herder of third-graders. No experience necessary - all I need to be is taller than they are. Got that covered, for a few more years, at least.
No knitting progress worth mentioning - so how about a look at something unblogged from last fall:
Neaty, from Rowan 42, done in Lopi, which makes it cozy, in a lumpy sort of way.
This is the sweater that went to Rhinebeck, in pieces. Why the Lopi? That's thanks to the closest LYS deciding not to order any Rowan Cocoon, and me being in a big hurry to start something I might be able to wear to Rhinebeck once I decided I was going (the receipt for the yarn is dated 10/4). It's not like I could have worn it if I had finished anyway (too warm!) but starting with a deadline in mind sure was motivating, especially given that this was sweater #1.