This beauty, and several others like it, is in bloom by my back door. It makes me smile every time I walk past it. It says “Happy Spring” despite our very un-spring like temperatures.
I made it to the heel flap on sock two by the time I went to bed last night at midnight. I got up this morning at 6 AM only to find that my opponent had finished her socks. I did my best but I’m out of Sock Madness. The good news is that now…
Snowdrops. Not from my yard but from the site of our upcoming and apparently controversial Civil War Living History. Now truly, if I were going to steal something from this spot, it wouldn’t be shingles. It would be these lovely little beauties.
Last week there was only one crocus. This week there is a whole bunch. Spring must be here!
Look what I found in the garden last Sunday! The first crocus of the year. What a wonderful spot of yellow in a bed of brown mulch. Of course, by the end of today it’s going to be buried under snow. I love New England.
Dale says I’m getting a good “eye” for photos but if I try and look for things to photograph I come up empty. I’m learning to wait patiently for my Muse. I took this photo when we were in Boston last weekend and we walked from the JFK to Fanueil Hall. Hello, Muse.
This feather and fan scarf knit from Koigu is one of the simplest scarves I’ve ever made. Yet I never fail to get a compliment when I wear it. Simple is good. Colorful is terrific.
Tulips from Dale for Valentine’s Day. Pretty, eh?
The plants at the library really thrive. Some people think it’s the fluorescent lights. But I think it’s because I don’t go near them.
Rocks. Snow. Ice. Winter in Massachusetts.
Thank goodness we got a teeny bit of snow this week. I not only got to wear my boots but I got to take some pretty pictures, too.
4 ° this morning. Brrrrrrrr.