The left half of my sofa is full of yarn. (Yes, that’s a confession). I’m a yarn buyer. When I see nice yarn, it’s hard for me not to take some home.
A lot of my yarn is leftover from projects, especially socks. Last week when I tore the whole house apart looking for a very expensive pen that has gone missing, I even looked in my yarn stash. Since then, the stash has been on my mind and today, I finally figured out what I am going to do with all of those leftovers:
I am pondering on whether to leave in the bright blues and the pastels, or to ditch them and just concentrate more on earth tones. I’ll decide while I continue to make squares, I guess.
Here are the ingredients you’ll need:
I had to make a run to the do-it-yourself store this morning because I ran out of fish food for my discus. While walking through the automotive department, I was overwhelmingly seducted by a large display of Hello Kitty bicycle articles and almost bought a bell with a Hello Kitty on it. Which I absolutely don’t need. But wanted.
It’s about a 25 kilometer drive there and back, through fields of rye, barley and wheat, amongst others. The grain is in the process of turning a lovely shade of gold. Which is why I’ve got Sting’s “Fields of Gold” going around and around in an endless loop in my head:
You remember me, when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold.
These are two young crows being….well, young crows.
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There is a pair of crows (corvus corone) whose territory seem to center around our property. (Pairs of crows are very territorial and will defend their territories against other crows encroaching on them. The large groups of crows that one sees, for example, in fields, are for the most part “bachelors” that have not teamed up with a mate yet.)
We’ve been observing and feeding our crow pair for years now. I put out a halved hard-boiled egg in the morning, and in the course of the day put out noodles or nuts or meat. The large flock of sparrows (which are fed year-round here also) always scatter when the crows come to look for food, but return immediately when their large brethren leave the feeding place.
In early spring, we observed our crows building a large nest in the large poplar that towers above the garden. Assuming they were raising young, we increased the amount of food that we put out for them, and the parents came often, taking away snippets of this and that and then ascending once again to the nest.
I was delighted to discover this morning, that they had taught their newest young one about the feeding place.
I look forward to seeing him often in the next couple of months.
I love crows (corvus corone). They aren’t nearly as big as their larger cousins, the ravens (corvus corax), but are just as intelligent, playful and curious about everything. They are also excellent parents.
And young crows are rambunctious and love to get into everything.
There is something wrong with this picture. It’s the first day of summer, I’ve got the woodstove going, am wearing an undershirt, a t-shirt and a cardigan and am sitting on the couch knitting socks. We’ve had a lousy, wet spring and with the exception of a single day here or there, no such thing as summer.
When I got up yesterday morning and came downstairs, I was surprised to notice my 12-string guitar lying face down next to the aquarium. When I picked it up to stand it back up I noticed this:
I’ve had that guitar for about 15 years. And no, the strings weren’t too tight, they were just right, and have been on there for a few years, actually.
I find it amazing though, that the force of the neck breaking and the tension release on the strings catapulted it to the floor.
I’ll attempt a repair job with some quality wood glue. If necessary, perhaps two screws with nuts for reinforcement. It won’t be beautiful but it might work.
(That’s my voice in the background asking him to close the door in german – Tobi doesn’t speak english).
He’s good at closing the door. And, he is probably the only dog in Germany who gets care packages full of Beggin’ Strips sent to him from the United States 🙂
There is a well-known Benedictine Abbey on the other side of the lake, famous for its beer.
Lots of visitors to Andechs appreciate the taste of the beer there.
I checked their website today (for some reason that has escaped me by now) and they have an announcement on their site that their very popular Andechs Doppelbock Dunkel is now available in the United States.
Click here for a list of stateside online shops that stock it.
In case my MMAW reads this, yes, I will still be sending you some.
You no worry 😉