Sweaters, Flowers, Dogs and Trees

Posted by on May 7, 2004 in other things, Uncategorized | 0 comments

Ta-Da! This little sweater is moving right along.

I’m not a fast knitter; I’ve accepted that fact. I knit to relax. At work Tuesday’s are for knitting class at lunchtime. I’ve taught a few co-workers, and I try to make them understand that knitting shouldn’t stress them out. Swearing occasionally is acceptable (we try to keep it PG-13 at the office, though). It’s nice to see them go from tightly clutching their needles to just holding them normally and knitting along.

I forgot to mention that Sweet Pea day was lovely and relaxing. We wandered around the gardens, walked through the sweet pea maze with scissors to clip our own bouquets, and sat on the lawn and listened to a bluegrass band.
Afterward, it was back to my house for pie and lemonade on the porch. I like to revel in the fact that I live in the country, although San Diego is just a 40-minute drive away.

A few more pictures from that day:
A typical shot of the dogs. Reggie is jealously guarding the soccer ball. Reggie (a Cardigan Welsh Corgi), is more of a retriever than Bear. If you throw something-anything, actually-he wants to run and get it and bring it back. Bear (the Golden Retriever), however, wants you to chase him. I guess no one told him he was a retriever. He likes to play soccer, though. These are his rules: kick the ball around a little bit, then pick it up in your mouth, run toward the human and veer off to one side at the last second while they try to kick it out of your mouth. Let them chase you for a bit. Then “accidentally” drop the ball so the human can kick it across the yard and you can run after it and start at the top again. Repeat until the human is panting and ignores you while trying to catch their breath. It’s the funnest game ever!

This is the Man of the Trees. When we lived at the beach, he was Neptune, and hung above our front door. Now he’s on our biggest oak tree, in the middle of the driveway. Neighbors have told us that it’s between 400 and 500 years old. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but the trees (there are 3 Oaks, 2 big Pines, and a bunch of little ones and a dozen Cottonwoods) were one of our favorite things about our house, and it is big enough that when I park my car behind it, you can’t see it from the street. When we had to evacuate during the fires I was more upset that we might lose the trees than the house. I love the bark, it’s grey and rough and old, it almost looks like stone, it’s so ancient.

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