I Have Officially Ended Summer

Hot, Cold, Hot, Cold....Summer couldn't make up its mind. Now that we're winding it down it's hot again. Brian the Weatherman says that's going to change this week. Back to days in the 70's and nights in the 40's. Perfect.

I've been rather absent haven't I? I've been busy. I added three cotton sweaters to my collection and I'm 2/3 through another.

I checked kayaking off my unwritten, unofficial bucket list. I love to be out on the water. Peace and quiet. Something I can do by myself, well, with all the other kayakees frolicking across different bodies of water around here. You're alone but not, which is good if you do something incredibly stupid and fall in the water someone might help you out. Good to have another obsession besides knitting. And I could do both at once! I tried parking my kayak in my favorite spot and reading. Had the book, the snack, the gorgeous day...but forgot the reading glasses back on shore. I'm sure the book enjoyed the view and ride around the cove. Who wouldn't? And here's another thing, it means I go OUTSIDE WILLINGLY. Houseplant that I am this is rather remarkable.

Projects around the house have been generally ignored. The mulching of the "back 40" is 80% done. Looks good and BONUS POINTS, I don't have to mow it any more. Sadly, it was the only part of the yard that wasn't experiencing the oozing spread of weeds. I have spent more money on lawn products and applied them faithfully, in the right order, during the right months as it instructs on the bags and have been blessed with not one but TWO different types of weeds. It's crazy. I'm not doing it any more. I'll cover it all in mulch. The squirrels will have an easier time burying their booty. Win win for all.

So until the start of the next season, let's see, in New England winter starts in October, keep your sweaters and your flip flops handy.

No, It Really is Spring

Regardless of the solid precipitation and receding snow on the ground I can tell spring is here. We only see cardinals in the yard in the spring and they wouldn't make such a heinous mistake. Most think of them as a winter bird and that may be so but they only visit my yard in the spring. I will leave the snow shovel on the back porch until mid-April. I put it away two weeks ago and we had 6" of snow fall as a result. My bad.

 The snow came just as we turned the clocks ahead. Gives me more time to come home from work and play the camera as the sun is going down. What gorgeous deep purple shadows were cast on the snow covered yard and garage roof!

 The last blast of snow seemed to clean the air. The ground hog is taking alot of grief for the false early spring prediction but I suspect he just doesn't care.

Here's some spring...

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Welcome.

Still here, still knitting.Obviously not blogging about it though. No funny life stuff to share. Need some funny. My cat glaring at me at suppertime is as funny as it gets and you really have to be there for the full effect. I hope something funny or fun happens soon. I need something to write about. Life has been way too morbid and stressful as of late.