A weekend full of knitting is a very good thing. It’s relaxing and the time passes in a wonderful way. It doesn’t, however, provide much to blog about come Monday morning. Well, unless the weekend of knitting results in some finishing. Mine didn’t, though, so Sunday afternoon I took the camera outside and looked for signs of spring.
I found daffodils that aren’t quite ready yet.
And crocuses (with a bee!) that have gone by.
And forsythia that is just right.
I love the sights of spring. I hope you’re seeing some where you are, too.