'Me and Bubba is like peas and carrots' - do you recognize this line? It's from Forrest Gump, one of my all-time favorite films. I like to think that me and my knitting are like that, peas and carrots.
I've been knitting like a maniac, completely avoiding the garden. The russian kale awaits, the purple cabbages. If the peppers don't get established this weekend, well, who knows? I've lost my garden mojo. I wish to reclaim it, but have no idea where it went.
A small sleeve - the beginning of an Inky Dinky cardigan - so hard to put this kind of magic away. I can hear the tractor puttering around outside the window. Scott is still cleaning up branches and debris from this -
I fear that we will have to take some of the ancient trees down before the next storm catapults them through the roof. I worry about this stuff. I worry about my animals being alone in the house during a severe storm and having a tree impale the roof - injuring and/or freeing my street-unwise beasts! Scott says that I worry too much. Look at this face and tell me what you think -
How could I ever forgive myself if anything happened to this guy? I adore him. I love him so much that I don't even flinch when he runs through my hosta bed.
Now THAT'S true love!