The amaryllises suddenly all decided at once that it was spring. Today there were more.
The peaches all somehow still seem to be on the August Pride tree, entirely untouched by critters. Maybe the sweet cherries deflected them? I don’t think I have ever yet actually tasted a peach from that young tree and I’m trying not to get my hopes too high, but I think this is the year.
Over on the knitting front, I’ve been keeping a small project by the bed for when a certain someone is taking his time getting ready to call it a day so that it’s peachy fine with me if he dawdles. Size six needles, a fair number of stitches–it was just something to keep randomly plugging away at.
But a row or two slowly does add up and last night to my surprise I realized that hey–I need to cast this thing off. It’s quite done.
I forgot to take its picture…
