The squirrels evidently like the daffodils, too, and broke a couple playing with them. So they're now indoors, scenting the room powerfully, the white one fruity, the yellow ones peppery
Field and Fen
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Monday, March 18, 2024
Daffodils, potholder and broken bits
Sunday, March 17, 2024
Spring walk, qayg trial, Happy St. Patrick's
Happy St Patrick's Day, from this granddaughter of an Irishwoman.
Saturday morning was beautiful, no biting insects yet, bright sun, no jacket.
I noticed the pair of mallards I've seen on the pond were absent, and if you study those blobs out of reach there, on the opposite bank, basking, you'll see why.
A squadron of snapping turtles, dangerous to ducks. Not a worry to the pair of Canada geese who eyed me suspiciously. They're probably nesting here, favorite place.
And a pair of red tail hawks overhead, making large lazy circles in a dance. They're known for staying around and this is their territory, good hunting for small mammals and occasionally birds, but that's usually when they're hungry in winter and mammals are harder to find.
Then there's the pair of mourning doves meeting on the fence. And other signs of spring.
Back home I made a start on what is probably going to be a potholder. My stash is limited, but I have some good options.
It already feels quiltish, so that's nice, not being a quilter. I started with this idea, two solid pieces, no fancy piecing, to get the hang of it.
I'm working in hand since my hoops don't cope with this thickness, the screws not long enough to work. But it's all good.
Friday, March 15, 2024
Chicken and knitting
The chicken roasted nicely and is one of the best I've had, very tender, tastes good, old fashioned chicken taste. I roast it breast down, so it's moist and tender. Olive oil, salt, nothing fancy.
I've made it into sandwiches, and served with steamed spinach, fast food the easy way, next probably curried.
The Friday knitting group yielded casual shots, no new work, just the general atmosphere of the group.
We had the usual conversation about all kinds of things ranging from pensions, decluttering, approaches to art, recent deaths, the upcoming move of my ficus to the library, the clock change, Smokey Bear looking buff, tattoos, art fairs, hoarding and more.
Group of four today: one knitting, one crocheting, one cross-stitching, one basket making. A kind of mini UN of craft working. I heart my group.
The evening I spent in an audio pod with people in several countries talking British royals and politics. It's all go!
Happy day everyone, I hope your go-button is operational today.
Misfits, muffins, flowers and Haggard Hawks
Because of an impending visit from Handsome Son, and a great scarcity in the house of any little something, whole wheat walnut muffins showed up
Wednesday, March 13, 2024
Pi Day and puzzles
Also Einstein's birthday. Happy birthday, dear Albert.