So, it’s a gorgeous albeit windy Spring day and I’m sitting in the living room working on my knitting when I hear something outside. Doesn’t sound like a car or a pickup, and whoosh! there goes the neighbor whizzing by the north side of the house in his jitney. He’s down at the shop chatting with Brad. If it’s who I think it is he’s the guy Audrey buys her hay from and he’s also the guy who, when he has time, will do the work on our driveway.
Several of our closest neighbors have these handy little buggies and I’ve wanted to get one for our place, but I haven’t seen one yet that would be comfortable for Brad with his long legs. It’s something to think about at least.
I grabbed the camera and went out to look for some good photos. The vinca that I planted many years ago, hoping for some ground cover along our south fence, has some pretty blooms.
This clump is growing nicely on our side of the fence and I’ll mark it and make sure the landscape guys don’t mow or trim it. I want it to grow.
Vinca likes shade and it’s completely covered the neighbor’s property under the trees between our fence and his driveway south of us.
The trees are leafing out nicely but as usual the Ash trees are slower about sprouting foliage. The other trees along the drive are filling out nicely and the yucca plants look much better after our pest control guy sprayed them well early in the year. They tend to get tiny little black bugs on them that leave spots on the leaves. We use Terminex and they’ll be here Thursday morning so I’ll ask them to spray again.
I just heard the jitney coming back up from the shop, turns out it’s Ted from next door, not Michael from down the road. Ted has termite problems and came to talk to Brad about it. We have an annual subscription with Terminex for spraying under the eaves and around the house and shop for pests as well as keeping termite bait stations around the foundation of the house. Looks like Ted needs to drop by when our guy is here on Thursday.
The wind died down enough for me to get a photo of the flag on the west side of our garage. I want to move it from the center to one corner and add a Texas flag on the opposite corner.
On the knitting front, I decided to go with a simple K3, P3 pattern for my towel. I cast on 45 stitches and I begin and end with K3 stitches. It’s the same pattern that is so popular with prayer shawls, one of which I also have on another needle using some hand-spun yarn.
I’ll make the towel long enough to hang on the holder next to the bathroom sink. The towels I’m currently using are a wee bit long for that holder. I’ve thought about replacing that towel holder or moving it up the wall a tad. Actually, a short towel bar would be better.
I found a basket in my workroom that is perfect to hold my lotions and creams and my new washcloths. It looks a lot neater now and much easier to clean the bathroom counter.
I’ve not taken care of my hands and cuticles like I should, getting busy with things around the house instead. I grabbed a bottle of cuticle oil with almond oil in it and I’m using it several times a day on my hands and cuticles. I follow up with my Lemon & Lavender goat milk lotion and after that has all soaked in I slather on some Everything Balm. I’m following this regimen at least three to four times a day and it’s finally beginning to help.
I’ve got my hands in water a lot, always washing up from one thing and another and my cuticles, especially along the side of my right thumb get cracked and dry. I grab the cuticle clippers to trim the ragged edges but my skin is so dry that it’s not healing properly and it’s interfering with my knitting. Time to take better care of my hands.
It’s nearly 5:00 pm and I need to decide what we’ll do for dinner in a while. I’m leaning toward either scrambled eggs or an omelet. I’ve got some turkey bacon in the fridge as well as some fresh green onions, baby sweet peppers, and some smoked cheddar. I’m getting hungry just thinking about it!
Brad is back from the shop and it’s time for a snack and something cold to drink. Have a blessed Tuesday evening, ya’ll.
Rural Texas Knitter 