Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Cooking. Normally , I don't do much of it. This summer has been different, I have actually made quite a few meals. The CSA membership has made the difference. Today I made stew...and it's almost 80 degrees outside!
The vegetables in the crock pot look pretty. That shiny purple thing is a potato! Onions, carrots, Brussels sprouts tops, garlic, beef, celery (lots) and a few tomatoes.
Here is the purple potato after cooking.
This week our CSA box had arugula.... I've never had it before, anyone have recipe suggestions?
A man followed me home from the shop last night. Actually, he followed me ON MY WAY home...........not TO my home. If he wasn't so darned handsome, (and related to me) I might have called the cops!Luckily I got a photo. Watch out for this guy.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
First, Em gave this cute sheep key chain. She bought it with her own money (at least that's what she said) When I squeeze the sheep's tummy he snores! I hung this little wonder from my reading lamp that's attached to the headboard of my bed. Cute.
My friend Ginger brought me a dozen farm fresh eggs from her chickens. The colors of the eggs are just so beautiful and varied, I may not want to crACk them.
Nested among the "hens and chicks" plant, they beg the question, which came first, the hens, the chicks, or the eggs?
Monday, September 8, 2008
Yarn, processed fiber, spinning equipment, etc. This year we looked at all that stuff, but I really enjoyed the SHEEP part of the Sheep and Wool Festival. After spinning for many years, I finally got to see what the breeds of sheep look like. I can identify their fiber, but now I have a few faces to put with fiber.How would you like to meet this one in a dark alley?
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
Dave was still in the cabin making coffee while I was sitting on the porch contemplating an entire day of nothing but knitting. What to knit? What to knit?
I lined up these small, 20 yard, skeins of yarn and decided to make a striped hat.
While I was contemplating Dave made more than coffee. The cinnamon rolls appeared at the same time as the KNITTERS HANDY BOOK OF PATTERNS. Like the good girl I am, I did a gauge swatch and measured it. The only measuring instrument at our cabin in the woods happens to be a yard stick, but it works. In addition to measuring tools, I neglected to bring along any short circular needles or double points that I might need to knit a hat. I improvised using two very long circular needles. Time for another color.Here is the view from the porch where I planned to spend the day knitting. Of course, by this time Dave has started his own chores. He spent the day painting. Time goes on, the hat grows, the coffee turns into Diet Coke. What is that? A skein of Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn has appeared on the porch, along with a box containing sock needles. mmmmmmm.....................
Being the fickle knitter that I am, I switched over to the socks abandoning the hat. It was getting way too warm by this time to be working on a hot hat anyway. Note the fan in the photo.
Dave is waiting for the paint to dry and wants to take a ride in the woods. I want to knit, but I have been sitting so long that I can't feel my feet.
I think that it is best that I go along.
It is dry in the north woods and the trails are very dusty.
The ferns are drying up earlier than normal.I have had my eye on this pink rock for more than a year now. Mostly, Dave just drives by and says "There's your rock". I really want to bring it home. This trip Dave indulges me and offers to show me how heavy it really is.
I am OK with that. It was the "effort" that counted.
We brought home this rock instead. Very sparkly!How about the size of this rock????
Maybe I left my camera in the woods or in the truck, but somehow I neglected to take anymore knitting photos until bedtime. By the time I was ready to turn in, I had turned the heel on the sock, the hat remained abandoned and I could feel my feet again. (I did finish the hat today, on the way home)