Lilac Time

Spring is definitely underway here. Lilacs just mean spring to me, and I am very very happy that my elderly lilac bush survived its Ordeal By Pruning last year. I think it was actually supposed to be coming out, but the "trimmers" left enough of it that it came back this year. Only three flower clusters, but that's enough to encourage me. Of all the things I miss about living in the East, lilacs, lilies of the valley, and forsythia head the list. Peonies, too, but then I've never been able to grow those anywhere. Well, we'll see what happens as I continue this journey of rediscovering who and what I am, now that the "old" definitions of "wife" and "mother" have given way to "widow" and "grandmother." It's rather scary out here, on my own, so I'm taking baby steps. Also, as promised, a couple more shots from Wed's SnB session--Madge with her finished Wobbly, and the "mystery yarn" blue UFO that was brought to light in my garage a month or so ago. It really is kind of pink, blue, yellow and white all blending together, with some eyelash-y bits in a shiny material. It has to date to 1988, since this is yarn and a pattern that came from Australia. These were probably bought in a little wool shop out on a farm, which had baby goats playing in a pen out in front. Cutest darn little guys! And why, yes, I did buy a couple of hanks of white mohair there as well, and it's out in the garage as well. I know a lot of people have more stash than I have, and some have older, but mine has HISTORY, folks!