Yes, it is March 10. We are stoically marching on through March. It has rained two good rains. Last night we actually had thunder and lightening and wind. It was lovely. Thank goodness, Patty has had a hearing deficit for a while. She does panic when she sees the lightening strike nearby, but I don't think she hears the thunder as much as before.
It was lovely to dig out the umbrella and push Patty out the door and take a little walk in the soppy ground puddles. The ground was quite mushy and verging on muddy.
Spring is popping up in odd places, as it always does in March each year. My yard originally had been a pasture. So I don't really have decent grass, and I have a lot of pasture weeds. Chickweed, henbit, wild onions, plantains, etc. are popping up everywhere. The teensy-weensy bluets are blooming. When I bought the house the yard had been mowed carefully to make it appear there was yard.
One year later I discovered that I don't have a yard, but a pasture. And in the pasture are pasture daffodils. They are the kind that were not planted by anyone, but suddenly there they are blooming away.
I am watching the forsythias carefully from now on. They are the forecasters that tell me that it is time to rejoice. It is over. We will still have cool days and evenings until May. When the forsythias are blooming, winter is over.
One of our weaving guild members died last fall. Her sisters are trying to sort through her studio and mountains of stuff. Several guild members have helped them along the way. Yesterday they held a sidewalk sale for the weaving guild members prior to our meeting. It was astonishing how many bags of yarn there were. I am seriously trying to limit mine, and it hurts to see how her stuff was sorted and pawed through. I know Sally would have wanted us to do just what we were doing. We honor her by taking good care of her things.
I am on the second bobbin of yellow yarn. I have switched today to watching Miss Marple. It isn't something I have to think too much about. She is so clever with her logical observations. I love to watch the actress knit. She has an interesting style of holding the right hand needle.
I am knitting a beautiful scarf with the green Polworth wool I spun. The pattern is in the book One Skein Wonders. The pattern is easy and I don't have to think too much. I am also knitting on a pair of fingerless mitts-just plain and simple-no pattern on the mitts. The yarn is enough interest with the dyes.
I guess that catches me up to date. It has been cloudy, windy, and chilly all day. By week's end we are supposed to be 70 degrees! Unfortunately, it is time for me to clean up the winter debris out of the flower beds and do some weed control early. So my short reprieve from the yard is coming to an end early. I like working out in the yard. For some reason, I never can see an end to it. It goes on and on and on.
Enjoy the winds of March. It blows out the old staleness and brings in the freshness.