Knitting on Christel is moving along. I am on about the 70th row of the chart, about 400 stitches per round.
Unfortunately, I think I am going to rip back about two rounds. I switched to double yarnovers, knitted off once, all the way across the knitted ground, and that throws the hole size off. It doesn't look horrible, but I can see it, and I don't like it.
It started raining on Sunday afternoon, and rained gently but relentlessly most of Monday and Tuesday. It was overcast and dark and hard to get good pictures.
Birds, from top to bottom:
White-crowned sparrow, Zonotrichia leucophrys
Male goldfinches, Carduelis tristis, changing from their dull winter plumage to brilliant summer black and yellow.
A pair of birds I don't often see, not the introduced house finches, Carpodacus mexicanus, which I see by the flock, but a female and a male purple finch, Carpodacus purpureus.
Besides this pair, I saw three more female purple finches, but only the one male.
Tuesday we made a quick drive up to the local library to pick up a book I had on order (Naomi Novik's Throne of Jade), and on the way back I finally took a picture of this old farmhouse (bottom photo).
It's on the edge of a vineyard. At one time it was a very nice house. Now it is fading and weatherbeaten and draped in vines.
Every time I drive past it, I am full of questions. Why don't they tear it down entirely? Who lived there? Where did they go? How did it fall into such disrepair?
It's a visual poem, spooky and intriguing.