Snow and cold.
Winter melted away.
Spring arrived in earnest.
I scored big at Macy's sale racks, I helped Norm go away, I celebrated Mother's Day in an eco-friendly way, the bears and the ticks came out of hibernation, I picked up trash, I enjoyed the Memorial Day weekend, I bid farewell to our local librarian, and Hannibal discovered the joys of catnip.
Knitting was primarily of a stealth nature, but did include scientific swatching and the F'ing of a couple of O's that had been OTN for nearly, and over a year, respectively. (I am rather proud of that sentence — and its punctuation — awkward though it may be.)
June was for knitting and vacation and celebrating that brief magical time that is summer in the north woods.
Lots of knitting.
It was a very good month. I turned 60, had a contest, and laughed. We went to a concert.
I learned the difference between eagles and turkey vultures, and I had surgery to remove some extra/unneeded bits and pieces and repair that torn cartilage in my knee.
In September I had lots of cats on the blog, it was my turn to give the prayer at the beginning of the monthly county board meeting, the county budget process blew up, and the most gloriously gorgeous month of the year was here.
The van that took us on some wonderful vacations met up with an unfortunate bear on the road and was replaced by an older but bigger and more customized van.
Cold weather arrived, and once more I cooked and baked.
I continued to be thankful (there is a lot to be thankful for).
*For someone who doesn't like pink, I sure knit a lot of it lately…