I love that I have a nice big yard in which to putter and prune.
I love discovering all of the things previously planted, blown in by the wind, or sown via bird ass.
I love walking barefoot outside (except when I think of ringworm).
But I utterly despise, loathe, fear, hate, wildly shake my fist at Poison Ivy.
It is everywhere.
Believe me, I looked when we first inspected the house – not a hairy perverse vine in sight – but it was winter. Now it isn’t, and I’ve found it’s as populous as Dandelions – delicate little tendrils that snap when pulled and sink back to maniacally multiply.
I am exceedingly dermatologically allergic to that leaves of three bastard.
Despite the thorough and methodical precautions I took for my first attempt to remove it, it still got me…
And there is so so so much more…
And I just might have to loose a lovely Azalea that it’s gotten way too cozy with and started naming their evil offspring…
Death to Poison Ivy!!!
The growing season has ended for my mutant anthropomorphic vegetable friends.
I think a mandrake got a bit randy in the carrot patch…
I’ve been struggling with that large quilt since the summer.
But no longer.
Though I thankfully received some helpful suggestions on how to finish it in my limited workspace, I still didn’t want to deal with it. But then I had a head-smacking moment when I realized it didn’t have to be a quilt. I wanted it to be a functional bed covering to fully realize its concept, but it made no difference whether it was a quilt, or a coverlet, or a comforter, or a duvet cover. I am loudly sighing with relief. Though I also went to 13 stores (even thrifts) trying to find a cheap comforter that I could use as filler instead of spending an ungodly amount on 4 or 5 layers of high-loft batting and failed to find one in my budget. So duvet cover it became out of thrift, necessity, and for the sake of my sanity.
Most of the other things I’ve been working on are finally coming together as well – it will be a welcome relief to stop thinking about the things I’ve been thinking about for the last few months. So now I’m allowing myself to fall backwards into a bottomless [happy] pit of multiple projects.
My vacation knitting socks are further along, and might even conclude by the end of the year.
I’ve gathered some acorns to use as dye (still no luck finding a tree infested with galls).
While I was in the woods, I saw several really cool vine yarns.
And I’ve started a couple of gifts for upcoming birthdays and holidays.
But thankfully I do not fully participate in most holidays apart from cooking and eating (mostly just the eating) so I have none of the pressure that others do to complete x projects in x time for people who might not want/like that hat, pair of socks, scarf, pillow, toy anyway.
As some may say, woot!
Or hell yeah!
Or yee hah!
Or the excitement is so short-lived it will be over by the time I finish shouting.