My fine fibrous friends, I have some crochet to show you. And if my tone of voice sounds defensive, please accept my apologies. I admit that the rate of yarnery around here has been way less than usual of late, thanks to marathon-training and garden-redesign. Mostly the garden-redesign. To give you an idea of quite how much I've been toiling away in the soil, the fingerprint-thingummy on my phone no longer recognizes my fingerprints. I'm not even sure that I still have fingerprints. (Memo to Continue Reading