Spring?

It is April...or so the calendar says. I haven't actually come to a firm belief in this yet. Proven by the fact that it has been snowing. In April. In Boise. I will admit that weather can be a bit fickle in Boise in the spring. It flip flops for a while until there is finally no choice but to realize that it can no longer be winter. But snow? Really? On top of it all, lately, every time I plan to work in the garden the next day, the next day it rains...or snows. I didn't plan on working outside today, and it was gorgeous. It's becoming slightly odd. My raspberries are coming up though. They remind me of the small child peeking up over the edge of the kitchen counter, to see what things are up there. I think smoothies or freezer jam. Or maybe I'll find a tall can of RediWhip and a nice dirt-ish spot in the middle of the bramble patch and have a bit of yummy me time with a wooly scarf tied around my neck because the chill of Autumn has found my garden once again. That sounds nice...

I have a secret to tell. I have fallen prey to the enticing draw of New Project Syndrome. Sitting here listening to Turn, Turn, Turn by The Byrds, I realize that this is something that I cannot avoid. Sort of like the common cold. Every knitter faces it regularly. It sits on top of their stash looking terribly innocent. It is a temptation. Planning and starting new projects is exciting even when I keep telling myself that there is a time to start and a time to finish. A few days ago I found myself wanting to take a project with me somewhere to work on but, all the ones I have going were too involved. I needed something simpler. So I did it. I started another project. When I swore I wouldn't until I finished my ufo pile. It is a blanket. Frankie's Ten Stitch Twist. I am using a yellow, blue, and green yarn. And have to admit, that I feel it is going to look wonderful when it is done. Maybe I can somehow justify this after all...

This is my life right now. Gardening (or wishing to garden), knitting, and reading. I started a book called The Strange Days of Daniel X by James Patterson. I haven't gotten very far because I'm having a hard time finding the feel of the writing and getting into the style. Some books, it is easy, some it is not. I'm hoping, with a chance to read it without stopping for a while, that I will find its groove. I also got distracted reading gardening books. I've read one about some of the garden's old wive's tales. Now I'm working on one where the author tells the stories and history of some of his favorite garden plants. The photography is beautiful. It is called Planthropology by Ken Druse.

I feel scattered. Like I want to do everything all at once but can't make up my mind because all of the things are so wonderful. It really IS spring isn't it?

Until Later,

Michele