Happy earth day to you . . .

Bells, from Canberra, was asking for pictures around the neighborhood. This charming 1930s house was one of the early ones in the neighborhood, back when it was all holly trees and broccolli fields. Now, this place is across the street from a new Safeway store, and there are four-plexes all around. Still, lots of trees and bushes and things exhaling oxygen for us. Chloryphyl is our friend.






Here is a close-up of a neighborhood dogwood tree. The pink ones are soooo romantic!









Knitting was great fun, though sparsely attended. Of the 20 some people on the invitation list, 8 responded and three actually showed up. Miz G. Stayed home with a cold, and I heartily endorse her decision to do so. And L. ditched me at the last screaming minute because she discovered a class on how to help her child be a better writer. How can I argue with that? Helping, helping a kid. Helping a kid write. Anyhow, that just meant that there was more chocolate covered strawberries for the rest of us. I gave the leftover berries to the neighbor and she gave back the dish, and two balls of snazzy silver and black Lion brand "incredible" tape yarn. Cool! This may need to be an evening bag. With beads. Hmmmm.

Before I throw myslef on frivolity and sillyness, though, I'd better knuckle down, and buckle down, and finish the orange hoody. I'm decreasing for the sleeve caps. Thank goodness for worsted weight yarn and big needles.