Remember this?
Ah, well, it’s been a long time. I’d forgotten about it, too, until I tripped over the bag the other day, on my way to open up yet another window to try and get some cool air into the house, and saw that the thing was actually not too far from a good stopping place. It’s really too hot to knit much just now, but I was so close that I sat this afternoon with a fan blowing on my hands to finish the last few inches. Proper photos and a wrap-up to come.
In Nature News, we’ve got a pair of sharp-shinned hawks living in our big pine tree in the backyard. They are both juveniles, my cousin-the-zoo-vet tells me, so their colors will change as they mature. Nest-mates, I’m guessing, since they are both juveniles and about the same size. Very chatty, too, like teenagers, "kew-kew" all morning and afternoon.
There are still a few open areas in our town, but we are, to be honest, deep in suburbia, which makes the hawks all the more fascinating.
So I think I’m going to read for a while, instead of knitting. It was 80° F (26 C) when we lugged our dinner outside at 6:30 — just not knitting weather. I don’t know what made me think of it — perhaps putting Ellis Peters on my mental list of authors I’d like one more book from — but I’ve gotten it into my head to read all of her wonderful Brother Cadfael mysteries again. And the "Blackadder" font I found a while back was too good to pass up, so here’s a button, just for fun —
A Bluestocking Knits 
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