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The rain is coming down outside, as it has off and on for most of the past week. At least it's not snow -- we had about 6 inches of snow towards the end of March!
Spring here on the edge of the prairie is pretty, unpredictable, and rainy, or at least this year it is. The spring flowers have held up well despite wildly swinging temps and snow, rain, sleet, ice, you name it. Hopefully the fruit trees have too.
The other night 5 wild turkeys visited. They didn't come onto our property, but just up to the edge. This is the first time we've had them this close. The neighborhood possum has gotten pretty fat (unless that's a momma possum expecting!) and waddles around close to sundown. Joel gets tickled watching it. We've got raccoons around too, and we try to keep the outside cat dish empty. Mooch and Evil Cat still visit regularly, particularly Evil Cat.
And did I mention the deer? We see a group of 6 deer back of our property around once a week.
While I enjoy this, I do miss the mountains. The mountains back home are covered in redbud and dogwood right now, with green shoots coming out too. When I was a small girl, Mom and I would hunt and pick wild asparagus in April and early May.
Thinking on green things reminds me that my mother's mother used to hunt herbs and such for home remedies -- I wish I had been able to learn from her, but by the time I came along, her eyesight was not good and it deteriorated even more with time.
Knitting, what have I been knitting? I knit a fair isle bag and felted it for a Spring Runway Show at the Studio. The leather handles didn't come in time for the event, hence the twisted yarn handles.
I'm knitting a breast too. Yes, you read that right. I'm knitting a prosthesis for a dear friend. Still working on a pair of socks for me, and a few other items.
My grandmothers and an aunt tried to teach me to crochet when I was small, and all I produced were tightly twisted crochet chains. Perhaps they'll forgive me that, given how I've embraced knitting! I'm sorry they're not around to see and feel my handiwork-- or to try to teach me to crochet again.
Happy Easter and happy spring!
















