I surprise myself daily when pruning and harvesting my herbs. They come from seedlings I sprouted myself. They have grown wildly and with abandon despite, DH maintains, my incessant talking to them. I think they like it but who knows? I have even heard a leafy giggle on occasion. My family accepts my offerings of herbs in everything I cook with trepidation and good humor in equal amounts. I believe that basil, oregano, sage, mint, rosemary all add greatly to various dishes and salads. If you don’t believe me just bake a lemon/rosemary cake and then tell me you think I am a crazy old lady! I guess you could do that anyway but just try it! BTW do you see Macy in the picture of the oregano?
As a testament to the weirdly new and prolific green thumb, other things are growing in my breakfast nook window—paper whites (which I also have never grown before), a tiny evergreen tree, and bunches of spearmint I can’t keep cut back fast enough. All this comes from the hands of a person who could kill plants by breathing on them.
Anyway, not to look a gift-horse in the mouth, I move on to knitting…. I finished a merino wool hat that pooled in an odd way but I never complain about that! I am one of those people who applaud pooling as the yarn speaking to me and/or displaying its own special personality. (Yes, sadly, I apply a lot of human qualities to inanimate objects). This is Paton’s Classic Wool in a variegated pattern. The colors were so “ME” that I had to have it even though there was only one skein in the sale basket. What do you do with one skein—it was either fingerless mitts or a hat. It snowed so hat it was!
I’m also committed to finishing the lime socks and though I vow not to show it again until I am at least knitting the sleeves, Classic Cardi has a left front. Yippee!!
The dogs are busy killing toys—their favorite pastime. Here is the pile I re-stuffed and sewed this morning. It won’t last long!!
Life is good.