Rain is forecast for today – alas, not yet falling.

We have had spring droughts in recent years, followed by summers so soggy that the watering of my vegetables needed no further thought. But this year’s spring drought has been extreme – soil trickles back between the tines of a fork in a most un-Strathardle fashion. Rain is badly needed.

Knitting

Kristie, I was going to be too modest to mention it until I read your comment yesterday. I wrote to Franklin and told him how I had been too late to sign up for the photography class because of my struggles with a steam-powered computer; could he pull a string? And he has written back to say, sure. I haven’t heard any more yet, but as he said himself, if it’s all right with him it ought to be all right with the Knit Nation organisers.

So whatever happens, the organisers will know that I’m not just any old knitter, I am a knitter for whom Franklin Habit will make room in a class.

All well here. I am halfway around Row 39 of the Mourning Shawl border – a decrease round at last. 5.8% of the stitch count will be removed – not enough, I fear, to create a perceivable increase in speed. My current plan is to finish the first page of the chart, 54 rows, slightly more than half the border. And then stop and knit an Aran sweater for the Games.

I’ve just (gulp) ordered the yarn from Starmore. I decided it was pretty silly to go for “Schiehallion” just because it is a dear local mountain, when I actually preferred a different colour. I’ve ordered “Wyvis”, named after a mountain I’ve never even heard of.

I didn’t get much knitting done in Strathardle. We have embarked on the delicious weeks of the year when there is so much light that it is entirely possibly to spend all of one’s waking hours out of doors. The downside is a state of such total exhaustion that even simple knitting is too much. I finished off the first sleeve of the pink Araucania sweater, and cast on the second. A few rows, in all.

Yesterday’s diabetic appt was, however, very productive of knitting time, and Joe’s 21st birthday sock is in a state where a couple of evenings should polish it off. I’d probably better fit it in in between half-the-shawl border and the Aran sweater.

Vegetables

We ate some rhubarb.

The summer pudding bush promises a good crop – those are tiny flowers, rather than tiny red currants, so it is too soon to net the bush.

The bunching onions (top) are doing fine, although there’s not much bunching going on. I bought the parsley plants – they simply won’t grow from seed for me. We tried eating Good King Henry (right foreground, next to that plastic pot) and still don’t like it much – I’ll try soup next time. The strawberries promise well.