One of my favorite things is going to the nursery and bringing home my whole spring garden in one little box: broccoli, Swiss chard, Romaine and Boston lettuces, spinach, pansies and violets (for pretty), and seeds for beets, radish, carrots, and peas. Is there anything more fun than digging in the dirt or squirting a hose? Tonight I've covered my three small raised beds with fitted bed sheets to protect my delicate little seedlings from frost--I'm not taking any chances.

I finished the yoke of my cardi yesterday and am now working on the body. Two things keep frustrating me: knots in my yarn--I've never seen so many in one skein; and my Knit Picks circular needles keep breaking. Other than the knots, I really like the yarn. It knits up into a beautiful, smooshy fabric, with a soft, lovely halo. But the needles are another thing. When you have 420 itty bitty sock weight stitches on your cable and the cable detaches itself from its metal fitting . . . or the needle pops out of its metal fitting (yes, both have happened), well, it's not fun. I'm going to begin looking into other circular needle options. I would love a set of DyakCraft needles, but, gosh, they are expensive.

Black cats are very nice. Everyone should have a cat as sweet as Indiana Jones.

(I have brownies in the oven, and they smell heavenly!) 

And, now, because it is Sunday, a little C.S. Lewis:

"My own idea, for what it is worth, is that all sadness which is not either arising from the repentance of a concrete sin and hastening towards concrete amendment or restitution, or else arising from pity and hastening to active assistance, is simply bad; and I think we all sin by needlessly disobeying the apostolic injunction to 'rejoice' as much as by anything else. Humility, after the first shock, is a cheerful virtue: it is the high-minded unbeliever, desperately trying in the teeth of repeated disillusions to retain his 'faith in human nature', who is really sad."
           from The Problem of Pain