Home Blog: Yarn & Garden
Ahhhh, the weekend is upon us — a solid 48 hours in which we have nowhere scheduled to be and no pressing tasks to accomplish. So naturally, we find ourselves excited by the prospect of puttering ‘round the house and getting some fun stuff done!
I need to over-dye that yarn I found in assorted (atrocious) neon shades, and transform the skeins into something I might actually use in one of my rogue knitting projects. I’ve a garish lemony yellow that is begging to be a richer shade of mustard gold, and a startlingly eye-blinding-green that wants to be softened into something more akin to a loamy forest floor, littered with fresh dewey ferns and sun-dappled moss.
Toph has set to tilling, fencing, and planting the garden earlier this season. This weekend we harvest the remaining Lacinato kale, tomatoes, and heirloom green beans that Toph’s family has passed down through the generations (they’re soooo guuuuud).
Take time to stop and smell the roses … well, the peonies I have in a vase in my kitchen. Their scent is intoxicating!
I also have in the back of my mind to make a nice pot of soup — something with potatoes and lots of greens and maybe a splash of whole cream — to go alongside the focaccia I feel certain Toph may bake for me, if I ask him very nicely.
Currently Creating:
I’m not sure yet what I’ll be knitting, but I know it will involve this yummy Brecknock Hill Cheviot from That Fiber Bish that I just finished spinning up. It’s so lofty and the colors so demure (very mindful) that my fingers are positively itching to cast on.
Currently Watching:
I’ve been indulging my Anglophilian tendencies, consuming Britian’s Most Historic Towns with historian Alice Roberts. It dives a bit deeper than the typical or topical documentary about London or overdone Henry VIII, and showcases smaller (though no less vibrant!) English towns and cities, highlighting their historical significance in the shaping of Britain, from the Celts and Vikings to the Victorians.
Now Reading:
Grady Hendrix’s How to Sell a Haunted House has me riveted — but only in the middle of broad daylight, never at night when the lights are off and and nothing but the soft snores of my sleeping husband beside me to keep me safe. It’s creepy, y’all. Really, truly, and deliciously creepy.
This Week’s Relevant Quote:
“No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.” ― R.A. Salvatore, Streams of Silver
