After being very lazy for a few weeks, I'm back in the knitting swing of things. Yesterday when I picked up Matthew's Scarf, I noticed I was getting near the end of the first ball of yarn. Since I only have two balls, I ended up starting the ribbing a few pattern repeats before I was planning to do so.
The pattern tails are going to be about fourteen inches long, an inch shorter than the pattern directs. I've never worn a seaman's style scarf before, so I have no idea if that's going to be too short or not.
Since I don't have a very large neck, I'll probably have to keep this scarf for myself. And since I'm loving the feel of the alpaca and silk Knitpicks Elegance yarn, it will be a pleasure to wear it.
My knitting goals for the rest of the month of June are:
- Finish first pair Chutes and Ladders socks for CIC
- Finish Matthew's Scarf
- Finish second sleeve on Lavold Silky Tweed sweater
If I can get those three projects completed, I will have nothing on the needles to start the month of July. Oh how wonderful that will be, because I have no less than a dozen projects rattling around in my head making me crazy trying to decide what to knit next.
I want to start all of them, but I've learned that three things on the needles is my limit.
There's only one way to quiet my brain and impose order on my project starting urges. I get out paper and pencil, make a list, and plan out my knitting schedule for the next forever.
I never stick with the plan, but writing it out always makes me feel like things are under control.
New Lopi Stash

Congratulations to Kimberly Louise
I'm going to use age as an excuse to limit my knitting on these sleeves to twenty or less rows a day.
One thing leads to another OR you can't do anything without doing something else first.
In order to have truth in blogging, I need to show some of the spots in the yard that are far from perfect.
The egg laying has begun!
Oh the colors! Better than advertised! Brighter than in my photo!
Frogs in the Pond
Water Cress in the Creek
Second Bluebird Nest
Knitting time when I could concentrate was at a premium today, but I managed to finish up the short rows that make up the sleeve cap.
Yesterday six tree swallow eggs hatched in one of the east nest boxes. They're tiny, naked, and well sheltered in their feather nest.
Yesterday I was walking out in the west side yard. It's heavily shaded with pine and oak trees and pretty much left to grow natural, except for groups of hostas I've planted for color.
All weekend long I procrastinated getting the Lavold sweater out of the bag to frog and reknit the neckline so it would fit over my head. I knew I was not doing it. I delighted in not doing it.
This former pansy bed is now hosting a mix of coleus and dusty miller. I hope there's enough sun to make them happy here. If not, I'll know better next time.
The tree swallows are very protective of their nest. When I walk anywhere near, they circle round and round dive bombing my head.
Here's my beautiful Granddaughter, Sydney Anne.
Heather's Birthday Socks
Here's a better look at the stitch pattern.
My favorite display was the hillside of annual poppies. I've drooled over a similar display in a garden catalog. How cool to see it done in real life.
Same thing with the planters. These are spring planters and will be completely replaced with summer planters.
This is Ene's Scarf, designed by Nancy Bush and published in
A beautiful sunny day in May, the perfect time to go admire the orchids in the bog. Luanne and I met at the Westnedge Street entrance.
About a half mile into the bog is the Pink Lady Slipper Orchid patch, what we came to see. And we weren't disappointed. We spotted dozens of the beauties, and some were close enough to the walkway so we could see every detail.
Many of the orchids were still in bud stage, not fully bloomed. I thought the pre-bloom was just as pretty as the full bloom.
Look what I got in the mail from
Glory and I went to the fish hatchery today to check on the swans and were delighted to see the swan families out swimming and hunting for food with their newly hatched cygnets.
Last Thursday I took this picture of the five baby bluebirds in the nest box. They were twelve days old, just on the cusp of being too mature for it to be safe to have the box opened. I haven't opened it since.
On the other side of the field there is a tree swallow nest with six eggs due to hatch approximately May 31.
There are six eggs in the nest, one still hidden by the feathers.
I was fortunate enough to be one of the customers who received the latest
I love baby noises, baby smells, baby smiles, soft baby skin, and baby wiggles. Most of all, I love baby hands.
Last week I received an email from Joanne saying:
Oh no! Mom's got that big black box with wheels thing out of the closet and she's putting her stuff in it!
I'm taking Heather's birthday socks to work on while I'm in Idaho.