It was sprinkling when Rick and Brian picked me up from the airport Tuesday night and continued off and on yesterday, but today is partly sunny and dry. The daffodil shoots are growing taller and the daphne buds are swelling, getting ready to perfume the air with heavenly scent.
I wish I could say ewe bellies are swelling, too, but it's pretty difficult to tell under their full fleeces and sheep suits. No udder development showing yet, either. Marta has me a bit worried. Yesterday morning during chores, she was standing in the lot (above), and didn't come running over to try and snitch some of old Annabelle's daily grain ration. This morning she acted more interested, but was grinding her teeth a little. She looks wide, but she also has the longest wool of the three girls. I have wondered how she'd cope with carrying twins; she's such a petite thing. Time will tell.
I have nothing on the needles, which needs to be rectified – and soon! I got a big skein of Browning's yarn wound before I left,
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| I maxxed out the capacity of my trusty ball-winder! |
Ah, knitting. It's is such a satisfying hobby; it keeps my mind and hands busy and produces useful results. I took my Lanesplitter skirt, a keyhole scarf and a Gnarled Entling Warmer on my trip and wore everything but the Warmer (my nephew – he's very enamored with hats – wore it for me). He also modeled the hat I knit for him, although it's really too small for him (now that he lives where he actually needs it!).
My mom wore her Escargot hat a lot on the trip, too. It's nice to have knit-worthy people in my life!
Happy Year of the Horse, from . . .








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