This is such a beautiful color that I almost don't want to finish knitting it. I love to watch the sun play across the yarn as I'm working. But finish it I must. I WILL have a FO before year's end and I've only got 4 days.
No, the universe doesn't operate at a different speed for me, but that would be nice. Especially since I've not quite finished wrapping either. I'm not exactly orderly in my approach, but it gets under the tree somehow.
Guess that time shifting dream is almost universal - from Adam Sandler's remote control to Hermione's Time-Turner. Anyway, the day after Christmas I'm having a little cyst cut off my middle finger, so there will be no typing or knitting for me for a bit (hence Birch deadline and the astounding two posts in two days). It's on the palm side of my left hand at the base of the finger. Doc says it could be left there, but it starts to hurt when I grip things like the broom and garden tools, so my DH demanded it out (very much joking here). Easy peasy except that I'm left handed. For all my back stuff, I've never actually had my body cut except wisdom teeth and the 9 1/2 pound baby with the bowling ball head (there's a reason Emily's adopted). Hope I get to watch.
This morning the working dude left at the crack of dawn so he could take off early. The dentist worked me it today so I can have new temporaries for Christmas (better than coal in my stocking I guess). The kids were sleeping soundly, visions of sugar plums and Nintindo DS's dancing in their heads. All was well and I was in dreamland when the phone rang. The mulch was being delivered in 45 minutes. All thirty yards of it! A very nice man in a very large truck managed to fit this on our short drive. Sure beats hauling it one bag at a time from Home Depot, but now it has to be spread. Know what my darling man is doing this weekend!
I know I've not shown pictures of the yard, mainly because it's not completely done. Also, so many of these 1' tall plants will eventually be 6' tall or more - it's more of a vision than reality at this point. These photos were taken about a month ago. We've since planted the pomegranate and plum trees in the black pots here and added San Diego red bougainvillea behind the fountain which will totally fill that space and spill over the walls. Both the Tipu and the Jacaranda trees will eventually grow to 40'x40'. Give me two years and it'll look good. Five years an you won't recognize it.
A questionably healthy passion has developed for David Austin roses around here. My only one so far, bought at an end of season sale, is a bit punky right now, but the blooms I've gotten please me to no end and smell like heaven. I'd never given it much thought, but in my mind I would have always said I love roses, yet whenever I saw tea roses they just didn't sing for me. The plants don't appeal and the individual planting style seemed to sterile for my cottage gardening tastes. Then I discovered old roses and David Austin and it all feel into place. These were the roses of my Art History classes. Of museums. I've got ten on order for Jan delivery.
To end on a completely silly note, here's me as a South Park character. Notice the crazed eyes and half-gloves. My hands are cold as I type this and I need more coffee. I look like the new teacher who ... I'm afraid to think what they would do with me. Reminds me that I'll have to show you my new glasses soon.
Thanks to Carole (via Be*mused, who always has the best links!)for pointing me to this little diversion. I don't always watch it, but when I'm in the mood those boys can certainly make me laugh. I owe Trey, Matt, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert for lots of out-loud laughs this past year.
We're pretty darned ecumenical around here, so please accept my good wishes for whatever celebrations you and your family enjoy. Good Solstice, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas and and a very Happy New Year!