Snow Drops and Sandwiches

The other day we went for a walk down by the Vers river.



This time of year there are carpets of snow drops along the banks.



The water is a delicate blue green.



It's a peaceful place. It feels like no one comes here. Everything is so still.




The Romans built an aqueduct along the cliffs because they liked the taste of this water. You can still find little well houses where later inhabitants tapped into the aqueduct's tunnels.



We finished off the walk with peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches. It was a very good way to enjoy the final days of winter.

Little Signs

My witch hazel is witchy. There's one branch that decided to bloom yellow instead of red. The flowers are just starting to open so you'll have to look closely to see it. The whole bush is red except for this one little branch. It's remarkable. I think I've said this before, but I'll say it again, I love this plant. It's going to get a spot right next to our bedroom window, so that we can wake up to it every morning. It's always doing something interesting.
There are also some crocuses popping up under the plum trees. You can see one peeking over the shoulder of the baby cardigan.


This is my Jade Baby Cardigan. It's exactly what I wanted it to be. I ended up knitting the sleeves from either end of the same ball in order to get as much length as possible out of the paltry 270 yards I had (J-Knits Superwash Me, DK in pueblo). It's a light weight cardigan, so I don't mind the short sleeves. I think it will be just right for a spring baby.
I did make one small mistake right at the very beginning, and didn't notice it until I was well past the sleeves. See if you can spot it. I really don't think it was worth ripping back for. Hint, it's in the lace on the right hand side.


The buttons were bought at La Droguerie in Paris. They're like a cross between lace and snowflakes. I was saving them for a special project. They tend to catch a little when you button and unbutton the sweater. They're not very practical, but since babies only wear these kinds of sweaters for a month or two, I'm not going to worry about it. Life is too short, and these buttons are too pretty.

Unexpected Happiness

Sometimes when life gets really hard the best thing to do is to stop and look at all of the little things.


My marmalade and quince paste came out perfectly.


A knitter friend gave me a brown ball of dried plant, and after about three hours in a little water, it opened into this.


It's a rose of Jehrico.


I'm knitting a baby cardigan with no pattern, and it's working out beautifully.


Even the button holes are perfect. That almost never happens.