Seeing Green
Oy!
Anyone living in or around the Southwest is aware that it's been raining essentially non-stop for the last sixteen days. I heard today on the radio that this beats some seventy-year record. Woo and Hoo.
And enough already!
Waiting for some sunlight to take a decent picture is no longer an option, so I’m warning you in advance: Flash photography in use. Those with pace makers (oh, wait, that’s microwaves) and tender retinas might want to come back another day.
In addition to the near Amazonian quality to the vegetation along my daily commute, there has been some green making it’s way into my life courtesy of Special Swap.
Valerie was my Special Swap partner this time around, and she did the In the Garden theme justice.
A skein of lovely Fleece Artist Merino (one of my absolute favorite sock yarns) in the Spring colorway, a spool of beautiful green and white designer ribbon, a too cute journal with a floral theme, a bar of Fresh Chamomile and Shea Butter soap from Cardigan Mt. Soap Works (which smells divine) and (I have to admit, my favorite) a silk double point needle holder! I can’t wait to put this baby to use. Though an organized person at heart, I live in relative chaos, and I’m ashamed to admit that my needles are scattered hither and yon. The idea of all my dpn’s being corralled and organized makes my little heart go pitter pat! Finally, a green picture frame, a decorative bookmark and some lovely green note cards all tucked into a sweet green carry bag! Way to rock a theme, Valerie!
Earlier in the month, the family and I saw Wicked. Which is fabulous. No other word for it. Wicked is just fabulous. If you get a chance, see it. Even if you have to knock down the little old lady at the box office window to get the last ticket, see it. It’s worth it!
Some of you may recognize the sock as the first in this years STR club series. These socks are slow knitting; it’s true, what with all that 2x2 and 1x2 ribbing going on. But there is a deeper meaning to these socks, for me, and so I am taking my time with them. These are the socks that I was knitting, and which I took with me to Texas, when my mother died. My mother taught me to knit, way back when, and I am knitting these socks to honor her, to remember her and with a memory and a prayer for her in every stitch. I am savoring these socks. It’s good.