Twelve rows x 398 stitches so far this evening.
1. So…if you browse through some yarns at some of your favorite dyers on your PC for a few minutes, idling the needles to give your hands a needed break, is it then Windows shopping?
2. Michelle took a whiff at the lemons in the bowl to see if they’d gone off yet, and asked me about their ages? I’d picked them Sunday? Well then!
Which is how we found ourselves eating the first lemon bars out of the oven before they’d even set yet, necessitating forks. Setting the bar high, temperature-wise.
3. The towhees didn’t fly off in a fright like they used to when the brash bully of the yard swooped in: I guess they’d gotten jay-ded by now. The bluejay ate a few sunflowers and then chased them just enough to show them who still thinks he’s boss, but clearly, they’re on to him: even if he presents a big bill at this fancy restaurant, he’s into fast food. Eat and run.
4. Those towhees got downy to business right after being left alone again, courting by quivering their wings and bopping around with their tails held high, and then the one that had to have been the male emphasizing his studliness by, Look at me! I’m a poofball!
She was all, eh.  Don’t bother me.
So he gathered some tiny twigs in his beak for helping with the nest building.
Hey! Now you’re talking!
Last I saw them, they were bouncing together across the yard towards the trees.