Oof.

New England asters, Aster novae-angliae (Symphyotrichum novae-angliae), that I rescued from the bulldozers a couple of years ago. Pink-y ones, purple-y ones.

They are starting to self-seed and come up in random spots around the yard. The place I got them from is now solid asphalt parking lot.

I was uploading a couple of pictures and feeling good that I had already taken away the old furnace parts to the scrap yard this morning, when my husband called and said, "Are you scared yet?"

He got a call asking if he wanted to go on the list to be deployed with a unit that is basically ready to go. They had a platoon sergeant, but something happened, and they need someone to fill the slot. If he went, he would have his drill this weekend, one week at home, and then leave.

Argh.

These last seven or so years have been very long, with roller-coaster emotions. I can't think about the possiblity of deployment all the time or I'd go nuts.

But it's always in the back of my mind. Just now it got dragged back to the front of my mind. It's hard to write about wildflowers and knitting when my mind is churning with what-ifs.

The title of this post was going to be "Dragon Skin Bag Gets Teeth".

After sitting for over a year, I was finally moved to pick it up and start knitting again. Teeth, ribbing, and then possibly a knitted-on edging.

But I'm distracted now. I forget what I was going to say about it.