Warm, cool, cloudy, sunny, you name it.  Nature gave us a bit of everything springlike.  If you didn’t like it, wait a minute.  I ran around doing errands, Zak tried to decide, Bu took matters into her own paws, and Sammy.. he’s just a delight.  Sam caught his first snake.  He doesn’t kill things intentionally, sometimes they die, probably out of fright.   Not so, the snake.  Sam hurried inside, through his cat door, with his new friend.  We found it later in the sun by the sliding door, looking for a way out. 

and I found the perfect buttons!

Restful doesn’t necessarily mean sitting around.  I spent the weekend trying to regroup.  That included 7-8 hours of continuous sleep on two consecutive nights.  Days were filled with things that needed to get done and things I wanted to do.  I walked three miles each day.  I hung out loads of laundry.  I decided that I could not live in a community that didn’t allow a clothesline.  (Side note: with fuel costs where they are, and energy savings almost a moral must, how can using a dryer be better?)  Flats of veggie seeds were planted. My season starts later than most areas, it might still  be a tad early to start them.  I did fibery things.  I’m way behind on my dyeing.  Saturday was glorious, and warm.  I set my skein winder up outside and spent most of the afternoon tying skeins, getting ready.  I scrubbed my dye pot.  I carded more "Bess’.  In the morning I spun with my coffee.  Sunday I cooked a dinner that C and I had talked about all week.  As this is a blog that deals with sheepy things, we won’t talk too much about what the dinner was comprised of, but let me tell you, the mint and basil pesto was outrageous!  So was the ricotta pie.  Saturday the bumble bees returned, awoke, whatever.  Sunday, the PJM rhodys bloomed.  The Jasmine are in full flower, their scent nearly overpowering.  The hibiscus is on the deck, at least for now.  Night sounds include the peepers, I wake to bird song.  The woodpeckers have been calling.  Balance is returning.

 

 

Yellow will have to wait for the Vine Lace, new finishing rule.  I’m sure it will be as short lived as my patience.   But spring is lots of things, one of them pansies.

So many of you already have your Hummingbird feeders out.  Many already have the little buggers feeding.  Today’s map showed sightings in Connecticut. They really are early this year.  My feeder went out this afternoon.  In answer to a couple comments..

• Ann, any hummingbird feeder will do. I have feeders with plastic ‘bottles’ and some with glass.  I prefer the glass as I think it might be easier to clean and it certainly looks better, but today I put out a plastic one.  It was the easiest to get to.  Most feeders do have something red on them.  I have had hummers sit on my pink hat and fly up to windows if a red or pink flower is blooming inside. 

• If you want to report sightings, as in your first of the year, go here.

• And Tamara, you always have them first, lucky girl.  All of you folks west of the Mississippi, you are lucky enough to have more than one variety.

• Adele, they let me know when they arrive too.  Usually they hunt me down, window by window then chirp up a racket.  They do that when their feeders are empty too.

The Vine Lace needs buttons before I can work on the last piece.  Buttons aren’t easy to find.  I went through my button box, checked out a few stores and now have an emergency backup button choice.  Tomorrow, I find them or give in to my ‘second’ choice, still wondering what my first would look like. 

Bear with me if there seems to be an extraordinary amount of drivel in my posts these days.  From time to time we’ve all discussed the limits on what’s blog-able.  Lots of my life at the moment is not, blog-able that is.  Step by step, stitch by stitch, one long draw after another…that’s my mantra.  Sometimes, when I can’t even find it in me to knit a stitch, the repetitive motion of the spinning wheel, round and round, yarn slipping through my fingers, over and over, is just the thing.  I’ve got loads of "Bess".