Saturday, April 29, 2023

It is a Truth


It is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman in possession of a tin box of knitting markers will drop the box on a hardwood floor on a day when she's having just a little back trouble.

I'm pretty sure this isn't all of them, but it's all the ones that weren't fast enough to roll off into the darkest, dustiest corners of the sewing room.

Tuesday, April 11, 2023



A year ago I went to a native plant sale and purchased three pots containing a lumpy sort of compost and a promise that they really did contain trillium plants, still dormant. I duly set them out and wasn't terribly surprised when nothing happened.

Until this week. No sign of the other two, but I'm pleased as punch to get even one plant.

Victor is intrigued by the dishwasher, so I let him go exploring, very, very carefully. I can't imagine what the attraction is.