Whew, that took me a good coupla weeks, what with completely losing the yearning to knit. I had a bad cold for a while, and...April has been one better Spring day after another. As each day passes and I tend to all the garden beds, names, hibernating over the winter, mystically spill out of my mouth: ". . .Helebore. . .astilbe. . .," instead of "K2tog...with right sides facing...Alice Starmore...."
Yet eleven elephants have gathered, all (but buttons) is done. Now I can wait to see when knitting calls again to me. For now, the pear trees want pruning, little sedums whose surrounding ground has eroded, want replanting. My mother, who's moving, wants some steadying help; my students want me to assign and read their last essays. (And all that wanting makes me want to knit; heh.)