The Time, He Fly

How in the world have two weeks gone by since my last post? It's not exactly as though nothing's happened. I had a birthday, I worked, I've been knitting some (albeit slowly). I think it's mostly that there's been a lot of same old, same old of late and not so much that's blogworthy. Unless, of course, you want to read all about the giant mountain of dirty clothes I schlepped over to the local launderette because first our dryer exploded and now David's trying to get the laundry room tiled and keeps running into snags.

It's not the first time I've been there, as we've had laundry woes before and I did take a few washed loads over last month to dry. I even took some photos on that trip which I do think are quite nice.



Today I took a couple of photos here at home that I thought would be of interest. First there's this year's garlic crop. There's one bulb from last year's harvest left, so I'll be glad when these are ready for harvest.



And here's some proof of knitting, though I didn't do anything on it today. It's my own modernized version of a ca. 1942 Red Heart pattern (4" waistband? I don't think so.) that I'm thinking to write up. I've been pacing myself, though, so that I don't put too much strain on my wrists & arms with the cables. I'm very pleased with how it's knitting up.



And I think that pretty well sums things up.