Everything is turning green, and flowers are starting to unfold. The chickens are keeping very busy tearing apart the daffodil bed I planted so carefully last fall. They figured out how to pull scratch through the landscaping cloth I laid, and make themselves a nice, cozy hang out place, and basically destroy all my work. I’m reliving my lingonberry bush episode. They leave the gardens alone that are away from the house. They don’t have enough bush cover to get to them without feeling too exposed to the hawks. But the gardens close to the house? It’s a fight. I lose battles there from time to time. Daffodils are my favorite flower, and I’m sad I haven’t found a way for them to grow on our property yet. When I planted them previously in the flower garden down by the driveway the wind ripped the blossoms apart. I was told to plant them closer to the house to be protected from the wind. I hadn’t taken into account the chicken’s nature.
We’ve had a few cold nights, and had to bring in the seedlings that I’m trying to acclimate to the outdoors before I get them set in the garden. I cannot believe I actually did it this year! This is my first seedling victory year. I should celebrate. Actually, I should get them in the garden before they die. First things first.
I was blessed with some time last week to walk through an antique shop, and I found a 1880 edition of The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens. I honestly haven’t read them before, perhaps just some excerpts in the past in college. Knut thought it might take the crown as the oldest book in our house, but I looked through them and saw that I have an old Norwegian, perhaps Swedish New Testament that I bought at a library book sale that is undated, and I suspect older than that. It’s undated, so I can’t know for sure. We both love collecting books more than is what is good for us.
I wouldn’t say we’ve had any rest, but we have been home to catch up on a few things. Ingrid was sick yesterday, so I had to ask Knut’s parents to take the big kids to their activities last night. So I got to stay home and keep working on things. Knut has been working like crazy through my “honey do” list to try to help out as much as he can while he has the time. I expect he will be back in the fields by the end of the week.
I’m still working on the shawl for my friend, but I received a new skein of wool from a different friend in the meantime. It’s Abundant Earth Fiber, called “First Lamb.” It’s texture is just beautiful, and I can’t wait to knit with it. I’m not sure if it’s just a superb twist to the yarn, or the soft texture, but it is truly lovely. What a gift! I am determined to make myself something with it, but I haven’t decided what yet. With the amount I was given, I’m leaning towards a hat. Maybe my friend, Alicia’s Ahull, (shout out to another homeschooling knitting designer!) or perhaps Alana Dakos’ Rustling Leaves Beret. I really want a shawl or scarf in this too, so I’ll have to spend some time searching those on Ravelry too, and seeing if I like some of them under 250 yards. I do believe that planning and dreaming is one of my favorite parts.