So glad I raked up all the needles on my garden beds. Hey, if a plant can't hang in a typical Central Oregon spring, it's better to die now before I start to count on it. May the toughest plants bloom, or something.
I have got to finish the himalayan recycled silk ponchette/wrap thing before I fly out on Thursday, and hem a dress. So here I am writing about it rather than doing it all. Maybe by putting these words in print I'll shame myself into getting going.
The Knit-Up last night ended up at my house due to last minute mixups, but it was great. Instant party! I turned on every light in the room and it seemed to work. We had wonderful cheese and wine. Oh, and we knit some too. Everyone enjoyed it and I'm leaning perilously toward offering my house regularly. At least it will get me to vacuum occasionally. . .
Labels: Bend, Central Oregon, garden, Knit-Up, seasons
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