Today I was nearly attacked by a mad squirrel when I came between him (her?) and an old acorn. He (she?) was obviously feeling feisty.

There are signs of rummaging in the old squirrel’s nest that perches in a tree outside my work window. I’m surprised it made it through our winter storms, but it did.

Some of the flowering trees are starting to bloom. My iris, glads and daylilies have been up for a month.

Last Friday, as I stood outside admiring our (not sticking) snowfall gently wafting down, I heard the first songbird of the year. This morning the dawn chorus woke me up. Soon the peepers will sing me to sleep.

I will finish the cupcake hats because they have a purpose other than keeping heads warm. Score: 2 down, 1 cast on, 1 not started.

I may finish the green sweater before it gets too hot to even think about knitting sweaters. Or it may languish until the seasons turn again.

A new pair of Fair Isle gloves for #1 Son (he lost one of the other pair) will probably be put on the back burner until fall.

In other news, I am now completely ready for the sock class starting on Thursday. I know I said I was ready before, but now I’m ultra-ready.

I have turned the cable twice on the Sockapaloooza socks, and I think they’re going to fit. I still have my fingers crossed on that one.