The new battery charger arrived in time to recharge for a complete day of sun.  The garden posed, though the iris had been standing and waiting until it was near to exhaustion.  When I sat down to download the pictures I realized that I’ve absolutely lost track as to which drive the SD card masquerades.  Is it ‘E’, ‘F’, or ‘G’? How about ‘H’? or ‘I’? or ‘J’?  I can barely imagine a ‘J’ drive.  I remember when it was simple.  There was an ‘A’ and a ‘B’ drive.  Then things picked up, we had a ‘C’ drive.  That meant lots of memory and not much to remember.  Yep, then they made that virtual ‘D’ drive.  Sorry, I’m sure everyone else knows what the ‘D’ does.  Not me.  It’s just sort of there, protecting me, somehow.   Turns out, that this time it was ‘G’ and the rest of the alphabet is left as a mystery.  I’ll be loading new pics into the Garden Album, albeit slowly, dial up does that.   Here’s a peek.

The Trek-a-long socks have taken to carrying an umbrella.  They’ve seen car knitting, and barn knitting.  They’ve visited the Farmer’s Market.  They’ve watched quite a number of movies, most recently, Capote, Tibet: Cry of the Snow Lion and Amelie.  I can recommend all.  The leg has been worked on 66 sts.  This is 6 sts. too many for my foot.  I’ll switch to 60 in a row or two and also step down one needle size for the sole of the foot.

Last night, before the weather changed back again, before the last 2-3 inches fell…

The past week I’ve raced up and down (or down and up and down) the highways of New England.  That’s more or less my excuse for the lack of posts.   Highlights..?? well if you can call this a highlight, C managed to beat ALL ODDS and on one of the trips north, late Friday night, hit ANOTHER MOOSE with our brand new truck. Now, come on… how many people even see a moose?  Now, how many hit two in as many years?  Oh, and then there is the question of how many live to tell about it?  We have been exceedingly lucky on that score. 

There has been work.  There was a family reunion / picnic.  I have been knitting, spinning, a bit of carding and skeining up last weeks dyeing efforts.  That about sums it up.  Somehow, between here and there, I have misplaced my camera’s battery charger.  I’ve ordered a new one (that usually gets the lost found), but it will limit the spontaneity of my photo shoots for a few days.

Finally, last night was Solstice.  By covering nearly every square inch of flesh and then spraying our clothing with insect repellent, we were able to stay outdoors last evening without giving too much to the blood sucking fiends. What’s summer without a bonfire.

This morning we had a few hosta deliveries to make. At one of the stops, the buyer was wearing a soft cotton backpack pouchy sort of thing backwards, or rather on her front.. the way a mother would carry her baby.  Hmmm… but what kind of baby?  Must be a baby in there.  The top was tied closed.. hmmm….  I asked.  OMG!  In spite of the bad rap some of the adults get, this baby is right up there on the cuteness scale.  And, if you could hear it purrrr….

If the "do you think you would be able… " question had come up, I don’t think I could have said "no".  It snuggled right under my chin, and it purred.  Poor baby was found on the side of the road, alone, very wet, and very hungry.  Yesterday, it went to the vet, got it’s shots and will eventually live in a wildlife preserve.  That’s the plan.  For now, it’s a bottle baby snuggled in a pouch.  The game warden advised that if the finder didn’t want to deal with it, then just leave it there.  Nature would take care of it.  (oh, and yes.. I do know about racoons, and what they can do, and… and.. but it purred.)

Check out this book: beautiful dyeing on silk, the shibori way.