Hydrangea

A couple of years ago, Pete transplanted this hydrangea from the monster perrenial garden to the side of the garage. It has thrived since moving but no flowers until now. One lonely bunch. But one lonely bunch is so much better than no bunches.

A bit of progress on the Belle Epoque Socks


Mitered Mittens from Knitter's Almanac

Gotta love that afterthought thumb

That's More Like It

Actual flowers in my yard.

These are amongst the potpourri of perennials planted by our home's previous owners.

They are fleeting-they will only bloom for another day or two.

And I have no idea what they are.

But I love them.

That black blob would be my shadow.

The glorious 75 degree sun was to my back.