It’s been another pleasant-looking day out there. If the weather holds, Rachel will have to get me out next week, even if she has to push me over to the garden in the wheelchair while Ed follows with my outdoor walker. I need to know how our wild garlic patch is getting on.

 

The knitting of the hap shawl is finished:

 

I’m very pleased with it, the more so because it’s all from stash.

 

I’m glad to have an extra day for the ends. It’s almost as bad as a Fair Isle or a Kaffe. Most of the trouble is moth-based, but there are a not inconsiderable number of colour changes too. I’ve done about 2/3rds, and have warned Daniela about what lies in store for us on Monday.

 

And ordered some Malabrigo sock yarn. No hope for stash here – my sock yarns are all too exciting for a baby. The choice was briefly difficult – no blue, in case the baby is a girl and feels unwanted. No pink, in case it’s a boy who feels his masculinity challenged. No green, because I once shared a flat with an Irish girl who told me that it was unlucky to knit green for a baby. I settled on a shade called Primavera with which I am delighted. (La Primavera, quando Flora da fiori adorna il mondo. I read that in a footnote to something art-historical once.)

 

Helen sent me this picture of the curry dumplings outside our door in Kirkmichael. They are really  primula denticulata I think.

 

Wordle: I failed, ending a winning streak of 31. Rachel and Ketki and Mark had five, so at least they didn’t find it entirely easy. Theo was today’s star, with three. Fours elsewhere.