Spring is slow to get going this year and I LOVE it. It’s been grey and cool and wet and gloomy and we even had snow not one morning, but two.
A few brave bulbs are starting to bloom:
These are possibly ‘Tête-à-tête’ daffodils (which my gardening journal says I planted under the horse chestnut last November 4), but I could be wrong.
I had a really busy week trying to get my office/studio/personal disaster zone prepared for Cam to use as a workspace when he and Anna move back on Easter weekend. I moved all the gift wrapping supplies (paper and fabric bags, ribbon, tags, cards) into the laundry room cupboards, inventoried my ridiculously extensive yarn stash (which is in one of the room’s closets), pulled apart and completely reorganised the bedlinens and blankets (which is in the second of the room’s closets), gathered together a huge pile of loose papers and magazines to sort through, and discovered a box of receipts from 2014 to toss out. What a mess. The years 2010 – 2016 were an extremely hectic time for me for a variety of reasons and this, I have accepted, is my time to do all the things I couldn’t get around to doing then.
Grateful to sit down every evening, I worked on the blue alpaca seed stitch cowl and started and mostly finished another toque for the stash while watching baseball. Before bed, I’ve been reading Careless People by Sarah Wynn Williams and Flying Too High by Kerry Greenwood.