Something happened when I wasn’t looking. I must have been distracted. I was looking down and not up. And I missed it.
It’s spring.
The cherry blossoms are insisting that it’s spring.
Then why, pray tell, was it bad-assed cold a mere 32 degrees Fahrenheit when I woke up this morning? That’s a January sort of temperature. There might be, the weatherman tells me, snow down to 500′ tomorrow. That’s my house.
We are not amused.
Look at the poor trees in the picture. Look cold, don’t they? I swear to you that those blossoms are pink. It’s impossible to tell in this photo because the angry white sky and the chill have bleached the color right out..
Here. I’ll show you some petals that had fallen off and drifted against the curb on the sidewalk along with some of last year’s seeds. See? They are pink.
Not 20 minutes after I took these pictures, as I sat in a local coffee shop drinking a cuppa Earl Gray, the heavens opened up and the rain poured down in sheets. I’m glad I stopped to take a couple of snaps because I’m betting that most of the petals are on the ground now — and not in lovely, albeit chilly, pink drifts but in soggy, sodden, brownish masses.
Of course, all of this is to distract you, gentle reader, from the fact that there’s no knitting content. I have been knitting. Or at least I’ve been meaning to knit. I’ve made it about 2″ up the ankles of the clown barf stripy socks. Most of the progress has been made here and there while waiting in a line and such.
At night, instead of knitting, I’ve been catching up on my long-neglected blog reading. It’s been wonderful to visit old friends that I haven’t seen for way too long. And tonight I read two bloggers who mentioned doing laundry. And that totally reminded me that I really needed to throw a load in right away. Because otherwise tomorrow I would have to go naked to work. And, it being a rather conservative establishment, that would probably be frowned on. Not to mention cold — especially if it does snow.
Of course, if the snow sticks I could justify working from home tomorrow. But unless it melted pretty darn quick I would miss Wednesday knitting. And I really don’t want to do that since I have promised a little semi-impromptu lesson in Judy’s Magic Cast-on — I swear I’ve been asked, although lack thereof never stops me, and it’s so fun to watch coffee house denizens trying to figure out why a whole group of people are intently watching me wind yarn around needles.
And worst of all, I would miss Sharon of Stitchjones fame and the yummy new colorway in her sock yarn that she is bringing called Andes Mint. Go over to her blog or her Etsy shop and check it out. But if you think you’re going to buy it all up, you’ll have to go through me first!
I am eagerly awaiting the arrival of spring too! We keep getting more snow! This has been a LONG winter here in Michigan… we had snow yesterday again.
1Remark from Kat — Wednesday, 3/26/2008 @ 6:26 AM
Oh goodie, now I know where to send my hot weather. Then if you don’t do laundry, you won’t freeze while you hang out naked. 😆
2Remark from ~Kristie — Wednesday, 3/26/2008 @ 2:22 PM
I may not have been writing about laundry, but I’ve been doing it…by what seems like the cart load.
And spring is teasing us…. a few of my crocuses are blooming. But now it’s raining again.
3Remark from Helen — Thursday, 3/27/2008 @ 5:58 PM
I *so* live in the wrong part of the country. It was in the 80s (or 90s, depending on exact location) in this part of the world on Easter Sunday. Please. At least it’s cooled back down to the 60s for now, but still. Sigh. Cherry blossoms? Crocus? Not here. Alas. Yes, warm, warm weather just in time for me to finish my wool cardigan. Why do I persist?
4Remark from Laura — Thursday, 3/27/2008 @ 8:36 PM