The week started out on the wrong foot. Mother Nature saw fit to give us a record breaking snowfall. Two inches covered the garden and, worse than that, the temperatures dropped from 39 to 32 degrees in just a couple of hours.
Smith scrambled to make sure all the plants were safe from the cold and snow. The garden looked like the circus had come to town. (Thank goodness the snow melted quickly.)
The lilac sugar I started earlier this month needed to be twice sifted to remove the lilac flowers. Smith can taste just a teeny, tiny hint of lilac, but I can't taste more than just plain ol' sweet sugar. A sprinkle on raspberries made them taste like raspberries with sugar. Maybe if the sugar hadn't been organic the experiment might have turned out better (?) but, for now, I'm calling it a fail. No sugar appears to have been hurt in the episode so, at least it's usable.
Monday night was book club but, while having dinner with friends, I learned I'd read the wrong book. I read "The Little Locksmith" (and I'm glad I did) instead of "Let the Great World Spin", which I'll read right after "Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest".
Sunday one of my BFF's, Shelley, fell and broke her ankle. She'll need surgery and a long convalescence. Hospitals are a good place to be when you need them, but they sure aren't fun. Please send quick healing thoughts her way.
The weekend weather doesn't look great, but I took Friday off, so let's look on the bright side... Sprössling grows and bad weather could lead to more knitting and spinning (and reading). Not a bad thing at all.