From acute startitis to wallpapering, from homegrown lettuce to frozen grapevines - my May was anything but boring.
Okay, let's start with the dirty part (I'm just referring to gardening, of course). As soon as shops re-opened, we rushed out to get a few bags of dirt to fill up our raised beds and finally get down to the planting bit. We tried lettuce, radish, carrots (the cute little round ones), cucumbers, a zucchini, and a few onions that had started sprouting in the kitchen. (If you've ever been curious what they'll do once you stick them in the ground - well, they'll grow. Actually, they'll grow tall. Give it a few more weeks, and we'll have our own homegrown flagpole.) Then along came the Ice Saints, and the world froze. Well, okay, not the entire world, just the part of our garden that we hadn't covered. Among the casualties were the cucumbers, the zucchini, and all five of our grapevines. (One of them is ever so tentatively growing new shoots so there is reason to hope. As for the other four, we'll have to wait and see.) We've also given up on the cherries. Our little tree had the most lovely blossoms that had turned into cute little green balls but when the frost hit, they became brownish and stiff and just fell off. The good news is that the tree did survive, yay, and so did the lettuce, radish and carrots. We've had several helpings of both lettuce and radishes, and both are just so yummy! To be quite frank, I've often thought that the more determined desciples of the "homegrown organic" persuasion were a bit on the nutty side but now that I've had a taste of my own homegrown organic greens (or reds, in the case of the radishes), I'm beginning to see reason. I think I might try growing kohlrabi next.
Yes, there was crafting. I added a few more grannies to my 30 Blanket but alas, best laid plans and all that jazz. I found out that the 360 grannies I had planned on crocheting (one for each month of our marriage) won't be enough for a blanket large enough for both of us to cuddle under. I will need twice as many and then some. And that means that I won't be able to finish the blanket in time for our next anniversary, not even if I could bring myself to work on just this one project for the rest of the year. I called in a family emergency meeting to discuss the issue, and the majority of votes (that is 2 out of 2) was in favour of the "what the heck, let it take as long as it needs as long as it's beautiful in the end" approach. So my guess is that I'll get to spend so much more quality time with this blanket.
Much as I like my crochet of many colours, I felt I needed a simple, mindless, soothing knitting project I could work on while reading. Or in short, a Habitation Throw. I'm using a superwash sockyarn in offwhite that I inherited from my late mother in law. Actually, I had put the yarn aside because I wanted to use it to try dyeing but on second thoughts, the idea of having a plain blanket in a natural soft shade grew on my. By the way, this is the perfect take-along project, I took it along on a four hour road trip just recently, and guess what - no mess, no tinking, no frustration. Just lots of knitting fun. And since it's such a fun knit, and I still have this abundance of sockyarn leftovers, I cast on another multi-coloured throw right away. Something tells me I won't be able to stop after two of them...
I'm also still working on my candy coloured foxpaws. Look how they've grown! Here's hoping for warmer temps that will suit a lacier, breezier shawl.
Other than that, we started renovating and redecorating the living-room. We put up new wallpaper, and Steve built a new desk for me in a sort of industrial style. He also surprised me with a handmade picture frame in a similar design, and an end table to match both is in the making. We've both picked new office chairs to go with our desks, and are in the process of hunting for arm chairs to replace the old sofa. Once it's all done and complete, I'll take some photos.
As for reading, I finished 12 books in May. I read the entire "Balaclava" series by Charlotte MacLeod, and am about half-way through the "Boston" series. The books are still as laughing out loud wonderful as I remembered them, or maybe even more so, since this time I've read the English originals.
It's June now, and the weather is still awful (infact, Steve fired up the hearth this morning). No, wait, let me paraphrase that - it's blanket weather. Habitation Throw weather. If you'd just be so kind to hand me my knitting ... thank you.