does this look like spring to you?
Yes, there are crocuses blooming at work. Lovely purple crocuses against wet concrete. Somehow, it does not evoke poetry in my soul. Of course, when I took this picture, it was raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock, so that may have
dampened my outlook a bit. Still, it's all that rain that keeps this valley so green. And all that cloud cover that keeps us natives so fungoidally pale. Keep posting those sunny pictures, friends. I love them!
By the by, check out
www.flea-bites.blogspot.com Gramdma Flea lives in rural Australia and has lorikeets the way we have starlings. WOW!
I now know that on days when I have no knitting content to display, I can always dig into the linen drawer and take a picture of a dresser scarf to feed Pat K.'s fancy. But I wonder, Pat, will a card-table cloth meet the need? How about those embroidered table-centerpieces that my Aunt and Grandma turned out? Dishtowels and handtowels? Or is it just dresser scarves, only dresser scarves, all dresser scarves all the time?
Here's a close-up of the primary motif. All cross-stitch and joyous colors. Some lady in the fourties or fifties spent many a meditative hour on this cloth. I hope she got as much pleasure from it as I do. When the ladies come for tea and knitting, I turn it corner-wise across the pink cloth on the dining-room table, and get out the pink and red tea-cups. (I collect cups and saucers. Another of my many addictions.)
It continues to rain like that cow. And the weather man threatens snow in the hills - where I have to go to work today. No snow! No snow! I must do my anti snow dance and who cares what the neighbors think. No Snow!!