The weather has warmed up … but I see that snowflakes are in the forecast for Monday; it looks like March intends to roar like a lion from beginning to end ☹
Be that as it may – Spring is on my mind 😊
Daffodils,
babies, and garden plans are what I think of when Spring comes around.
I keep hoping when I check the mail box, that I will have a package waiting for me; and every day I am disappointed to see that my seed packets have yet to arrive – I’d like to get some transplants started, soon.
I called and asked Harley to come again, and look my printer over this afternoon; when he left it was working … I hope it keeps working. I really rely on that thing – not just for papers that need to be scanned or copied off and mailed off: but, I need papers printed from saved documents too, and I have not been able to do that since my solo lobo life started 26 months ago. If Bob were still here, he would know what to do to get it up and running when it gets temperamental. But Bob is not here in the flesh, anymore, and I have to depend on strangers to help me (when they can fit me in) – and hope they will not rip me off.
Before Harley arrived, I moved all the geranium bins into the chilly sunshine:
And noticed that the new potted daffodils I bought last payday, have opened up; they are a two-tone hybrid. I love daffodils – I never have enough of them around me.
And the chives are putting out new growth, too.
The blooming daffodils brought to mind the Spring of 1974, when Bob and I first started dating – it was in April, and the daffodils and pussy willows were blooming. We were driving out West Skamokawa, when we came to where an old homestead used to be: the entire field, as far as you could see, was full of daffodils that had naturalized over the decades. I mentioned how I loved to see the sunny splashes of color when daffodils appear in the Spring … and Bob stopped the pickup right there and walked out into that field to gather an armload of daffodils for me. For the rest of our backroads excursion, the pickup cab was pleasantly pungent with his gift of love.
When I got back inside, I sat in Bob’s recliner (mine, now), and watched eagles soaring high into the clouds.
I wondered if Bob was watching them too: he always liked watching eagles … and he rides the clouds now. I smiled to think he’d have a birds-eye-view, now 😉
I had time too, to repot the Angel Wing clippings that were outgrowing their rooting containers; these Angel Wings will be one of my Fall Bazaar offerings – I will be scouting for better pots to transplant them again, into.
After Harley was paid, and left; I finished up the preemie baby blanket I had designed (pattern follows; pretty simple and quick), and have been working on all week; they will be donated to the Caring Pregnancy Center. I am focusing on preemie size right now …
==MOD PREEMIE BABY BLANKET
Size: 32” x 32” square
Materials: 10.5-ounce skein Bernat Baby Sport yarn; # 6 American knitting needles (Straight ser & circular); tapestry needle
Terms used:
K = knit
CO = cast
on
g. st =
garter stitch (knit each row)
inc =
increase
sts = stitches
dec = decrease
With straight needles, CO 2 sts; k 1, inc next st
Work in garter st, *inc 1 st at beginning of every row*.
Change color every 3rd row: carry yarn up the side of work in progress.
When there are 100 sts on needle, change to circular needle – and continue in * to * pattern, until there are 224 sts on needle.
Begin dec rows with next row, as follows: *dec 1 st (k 2 sts together) at beginning of every row* (changing to straight needles when there are 100 sts on needle) – until 2 sts remain on needle. EO
Blanket finished/stored with the preemie gowns and caps ... and the promise of a renewed printer in the spare room; I settled in for a relaxing read, with a cup of hot cocoa and new Sackett novel 😉
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll make return trip to Castle Rock to check and see if those seed potatoes have finally arrived.
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