Yes yes yes, kind followers, the ridiculous afghan is nearly done. But I’m at the stage where a single round of stitches takes well over a 50g ball of yarn. That’s a lot of stitches, and I’ve got three more rounds to go. Anyway, the blighter might’ve been finished already if I hadn’t also been doing sneaky preparation for a couple of other projects alongside the magnum opus. Projects of much colour and fluffy fairisle loveliness, I hope. Also the yarn-bomby-housey-thing. And a little (or big) something for my lovely cousin’s newborn.
As you know, we – the toddler twinnage and I – potter around rural south Oxfordshire looking for oddities, but this week, we’ve just been looking for spring. We’ve admired newborn lambs at the farm round the corner:-
We even spotted the lambs gambolling, which I failed to catch on camera, but which is at least considerably less worrying than lambs gambling – that would’ve been a shocking indictment of modern society. (Apologies: poor humour runs in the family.)
Anyway, there are many (beautiful) pictures of daffodils in the blogosphere just now, so I’ll share instead two of the million or so violets that carpet our garden at this time of year:-
And also some pinky-red flowers that evolve into weird semi-edible fruit just outside our window:-
And – because I love you – some cakes and cookies that I’ve just baked in honour of my Mum’s birthday:-
And some seedlings that’ll one day be peppers, cauliflowers, courgettes, tomatoes of various sizes, sprouts, potatoes, and pak choi. Some of them are looking limp because they’re sulking about a recent transplanting. They’ll get over it. Dinner will be ready some time around July…
And then I’ll get back to the *******************************ing afghan. Just a few more stitches…