One morning a few weeks ago, we woke to a world shrouded in fog, ice and snow. It was dark and cold when the Emperor of the Garage left for work. In a couple of hours, the sun broke through the mist, revealing a crystal blue morning and with an uncharacterisitic burst of prescience, I grabbed the camera and snapped this picture. I could feel my spirits lift right along with the fog.
So, springtime has come to the Rockies at last. Around here we say "don't blink or you'll miss spring," and we mean it. At almost breakneck speed, we zip through spring and slam right into the heat of summer. But today is beautiful.
I spent nearly all week working on the yard. The back yard is mowed and greening up nicely, and the front is groomed. I planted the usual marigolds and photographed them before putting them in the ground.
On the knitting front, I'm more than halfway through with the Bainbridge Scarf, and have been doing as much of the kilt hose as I can stand to do; I'm in the boring section right now. When I get to the interesting parts, they'll become the main project again and I hope they'll fly right off of the needles. Then, I'll start knitting the Juno cardigan, which should be finished just in time for the cooler weather of autumn. I'll enjoy wearing that dramatic sweater!
1 comment:
Wow.
I had this problem earlier in my life, where for some stupid reason I didn't like oranges or yellows. At some point in my 30s, I decided that was really dumb, and I worked to learn to appreciate those colors. I even incorporated them into my wardrobe, though they don't really look that great on me. Seeing photos like those makes me glad I've learned to love all the colors out there, that I can just take joy in something so beautiful, without saying, "If only it were red or blue or something other than what it is."
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