We have ornamental cabbage in a pot next to the pavilion. It snowed on them last night. I never snows down here on the valley floor in March. It's two days into spring few cry sakes! Spring means rain and more rain and less rain and the occasional flash of sun. Spring does not mean four inches of snow over night, melting into slippery slush all day long. You folks back east, basking in 80 degree sunshine in New Jersey (Donna Lee!) watch out, because a big old cold front is headed your way. And Benita, just hope those flowering trees don't get snowed on, because that makes for lots and lots of downed power lines! I'm worried about you guys if this hits you like it hit us.
But, being stuck inside, watching "House" re-runs has its benefits. Another hat off the needles. I was planning on donating all these hats, but if anyone sees anything that makes you happy, speak up, send me your snail mail address and I'll ship it off. It's my job to keep people warm.
This one was cranberry Cascade 220 with a thread of some confetti stuff carried along. It makes a warm and happy hat. I used up the very last bits in a silly baby hat. Photos tomorrow.
And Pat has definitely caught me slacking. Yes, I was supposed to be writing. I don' wanna! I want to vegetate dormantly. My muse had gone to warmer climes for a prolonged spring break. I am sixty two years old and I'm tired of trying to be a grown-up. I'm going to fart around till I'm sick of it. Then, when time to write feels like a privilege instead of a duty, I will hammer down crank out the wordage. Sloth rules!