When I Think Spring
When I think spring, I'm thinking spring flowers.
Yellow crocus and winter aconite.
And maple syrup.
As the sap boils down from the big soup kettle to the smaller saucepan and gets more concentrated, it needs careful watching or it boils over the second my tea-kettle-burning back is turned.
Fortunately for me, our son was watching it and alerted me when it reached that point, and from then on I sat on the kitchen stool with a book (Matthew Polly's American Shaolin) and checked it every two minutes.(The monk's robes don't end in midair on the cover. That's just my quick-and-dirty coverup of the big ugly library label in the middle of it.)
The other book I checked out at my husband's request, Kiko Denzer's Build Your Own Earth Oven. Apparently the idea is that I will wrestle with the mud and build the oven, and he will bake in it. Hmmm. Sounds a lot like work to me!
For some reason, right now the only knitting that appeals to me is this recycled-yarn scarf. The needles are pretty unique, a pair of old US 10 (5.75 mm) olive-green dpns from a thrift store, 10 inches (just over 25 cm) long.
I'm knitting it with yarn from a woven scarf that never really worked, just to change it to a usable form. And sometimes it's nice to have something that's not delicate and precious that you can just throw on, toss on the coat rack, and put in the laundry without worrying about it or fussing over it.