A month of no snow ended with a week of weak snow. In some places the mountains received almost 50" of white stuff, but our little slice of the valley had less than 5". As soon as the snow arrived it started to melt and the gray skies (2 weeks of gray) turned to clear blue. The temperatures climbed to well above 50 yesterday! I love when that happens.
Spring fever is a live and thriving in our household and Smith has plants, planters and seeds ready to go. This week his is planting onions, carrots, radishes and beets (as well as leafy things, methinks).
I've been knitting, just a bit here and there, with no clear project desire pushing me. The poor quality of my stitches has caused a wave of insecurity, which feeds a lack of desire to knit. Projects languish as my attention turns to pages of a book, or to the out of doors.
I wonder about my choice of yarn, or perhaps, the problem is the needle size, as the fabric seems a little dense (maybe). As you can see, there is a little too much indecision and second guessing, or maybe, it's that voice trying to tell me something and I should be listening. Maybe, I'll think about it tomorrow, as today, the sky is so, so blue.