Everytime I make a little progress with this pattern I realize how much I’ve screwed it up and have to rip back to fix it. This pattern is feeling like a metaphor for my life lately. Ah well, if only it were as easy to frog your life and just go back a few rows/years.
I was almost to binding off the left sleeve and upper bodice of the Soft Linen Feather and Fan Cardigan when I realized I forgot to change to the LEFT bodice instructions and I had just repeated the right bodice again. Since I’m not a mutant. That ain’t gonna work. Frog (again)
Saturday night I got home from work at my favorite time in my favorite season in my favorite place. It was twilight, springtime in Park Slope. I went straight up to the roof to check out the light and see our garden.
Here’s the Park Slope springtime sky
As for the garden, the woefully untended garden, well, springtime is nature’s do over. Gives me hope that I can keep reinventing myself and still be okay.
The tree we moved last fall . . . we didn’t kill!
The tulips bulbs that we didn’t move up in the bed after we dug up the Dahlia’s . . . in bold defiance of our neglect, decided to bloom
and the Flowering Quince that we killed from a total lack of watering, decided to give us another chance
We’ll try to do better this year.
