It's spring by the calendar, but it's only 28° F/-2C outside.
Gazing longingly at the seed packets. Looking out the window. Pretending there is no cleaning to do.
The film on the window tells me otherwise.
Every year I get seduced into putting some seeds in the ground on April 1st. It is the ultimate April Fool's joke on me. A few of them germinate. Most that do end up freezing or so stunted in growth that I pull them out when I am putting in the things that have a chance of survival at the tail end of May.
Saturday Sky, Fool's Gold: Blue, but definitely not warm.
I was so busy taking pictures of the snow that I sort of forgot the sky. There's a glimpse of it in this photo.
Not much to see. I guess we got about a foot or so. It's still falling. I'm thankful that it's as unseasonably cold as it is, because that makes the snow powdery and light, and not heavy and wet and tree-breaking and hazardous. There's still time for some of that in April, I guess.
Vincent says: Hey, wasn't this all gone yesterday?
I took this photo sideways so you could see the interesting way it piled up on the deck this time. It's powdery enough that it's fallen through the cracks, leaving these interesting peaks. Cool. *yawn*
Perfect knitting weather. I've finished the cuff of the 2nd striped mitten, and am about to embark on the thumb gore. Has this post been soporific enough yet? I've even bored myself silly. I think I'm gonna go back to bed.
We're getting weird weather in the Northeast, but it made for a pretty Saturday morning sky.
Last night I made a pair of mittens for a child. I used a Lopi-like naturespun wool of some brand I can't remember, and carried a strand of mohair yarn along with it for the hand portion. Very thick and warm. I have enough yarn to make another pair, or I might make a hat to match.
Yesterday we attended an event that we attend annually on the island of my birth. We don't do many social events, but this one I love and would never miss if I could help it.
Part of its appeal is the astoundingly good all-local food, the great atmosphere, and the company and conversation which are comfortable and stimulating. VIPs rub elbows with the locals and academics. It's wonderful. Last evening the Governor attended. He was late and dinner was held up for him. He said he had been at an event at the other end of the state which was also attended by Walter Cronkite. The Governor said, "So I'm late....and that's the way it is." *
Haha, the Governor made a joke. (it really was funny) And if you knew him, you'd realize why that is so remarkable. Having a Botox-like face and speaking in monotone are his trademarks.
Sadly, we weren't able to attend the grand opening of the newly-protected nature preserve, although we have toured it before.
A few pictures of the day.
A tree on the other side of the island. Someone enjoying the view. That's New York in the distance.
That land in the distance is Canada. My new GPS toy was very confused at first, but it sorted it all out in fairly short order.
Statue of Samuel de Champlain (Canada in the distance again.) and presumably a member of the Huron tribe.
St. Anne's Shrine. This is a fixture of the island and one of the major tourist attractions. I lived the first seven years of my life only a stone's throw from here. I especially love the outdoor, open-air confessional. The priest sits on one side of a "wall," confessor sits on the other side. Tourists and other islanders and church-goers walk by. It's a hoot.
*for non-Americans or people too young to remember the great Walter Cronkite, his signature sign-off line after the news was, "...and that's the way it is."
I beseech you: My mommy knows I'm sick. And yet, she still puts this hideous green thing around me on a Saturday morning (ick, just look at that color. She went out of her mind with the Kool-Aid at midnight last night. She shoulda left it white, IMHO) on a 90-degree, humid, icky day. All right, admittedly it's very soft and very warm (she was going on about merino Mongolian eyelash and Lovikka wool? No clue.) and will probably be appreciated by somebody. (but, really, who?!) And admittedly, she gave me a lamb-and-rice treat for enduring this. But still. Couldn't you arrest her or something? Teach her a lesson? In my weakened condition, this is really a bit much to bear, don't you agree?
Your assistance is much appreciated,
P.S. She said something about Saturday sky. Whatever.