Hallelujah, the sun came out over the weekend after what seems like weeks of cloudy/rainy gray. Besides living full-time in a "neighborhood" of weekend/vacation homes -- each with a different occupant every weekend/vacation, otherwise a weekday ghost town (who am I supposed to borrow a cup of sugar from or lend an egg to?) -- the gray was one of the things that chased me from the Oregon coast. Oh, you've never seen a more beautiful place, and it can be very interesting during the first day or two of a storm (we sought high ground due to tsunami warnings once!), but day after winter day after day of clammy cold misty-not-quite-rain grayness, punctuated by real rainy days, wherein weeks go by -- not for me. Must have more regular, reliable sun.
The plentiful recent rain was too late to benefit the ferns I have out front -- they've been parched and brown for a while now. I took my opportunity to do some garden clean-up -- trimming spent hosta, astilbe, meadow rue, coral bells. I'm ashamed to say that my espalier tree has been quite neglected all year... is still. My sore muscles remind me that I was a more frequent, much better gardener when I was also a smoker -- not a good enough reason to take it up again.
I was able to hang laundry on the line for the first time in a long time. A wasp buzzed my ear by the second pin, then another, giving me the heebies, and then the jeebies, and hovering a little too close for comfort (truthfully, anyplace that I can see them is too close for comfort -- I have a thing about buzzing, stinging bugs). I watched as one, then another, flew into the bird house that tops the bird feeder that tops my clothesline pole! OMG, that thing's been there for years (one of the girls made the "feeder" and one painted the "house") without incident! I've gotta tell you, I'm all about the natural remedies and cleaners and being green, except in the case of stinging bugs (!) -- particularly after witnessing, just last week, the near doubling in size of a man's leg due to a sting -- and let's just say, for the sake of your heart, that you don't ever want to be driving with me when a bee is discovered in the car. Anyway, I shot that birdhouse full of spray and stood safely behind the back porch screen door, watching as somewhat drunken and sluggish (certainly not "dead on contact") wasps emerged -- I should have counted, it was a surprising number for such a tiny house!
I soaked and pinned out my swatches. The first two grew quite a bit -- good to know, I guess -- especially the garter stitch. I guess I should have seen that coming. Questions are next.
I wound up some cashmere from hank-to-ball and thought about starting Kent's Beret, but was too lazy to hunt for needles -- I don't think it would have been all that strenuous, really, but even "all that" was too much on Saturday night after a full day of farmers' marketing, laundering, bug/birdhouse drama. Instead, I grabbed some nearby tweedy yarn and a much more handy pair of needles and cast on for something that I've never mentioned on the blog. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever mentioned it to anyone, anywhere. Two repeats done on the
sleeve swatch. I tried to take a picture this morning, but it's dark now in the morning! The sunrise was pretty -- and red. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised by this morning's thunderstorm.