Yesterday, Canberra sang in the early Spring sunshine. There was light, there was movement. I’m sure I even heard the suburban hum of a lawn mower. And after breakfast, I looked out the window and saw that our newly pruned apricot tree was drenched in sunlight and dew. Out I went with the camera to do what I’ve done every Spring since we moved into our house in 2006.
See the chicken in the lawn down below? How they’ve changed our backyard in the ten months since they arrived. We have beds fenced off now so that they can free range on the days we’re home. It’s not necessarily how I planned to have garden beds – fenced off with wire but they’ve proven difficult to deter and what is it with chickens and bulbs? We’ve decided to lift all our bulbs after they’re finished this year and move them out the front. The Sister Hens simply can’t resist the lure of digging up the daffodils and tulips. So we’ll just remove temptation.
Such blue sky. Such sunlight. I had blood tests recently that showed I’m deficient in Vitamin D, again. It was the same last winter. My doctor said it’s pretty normal for Canberra and it made me wonder about places where it’s really dark and dim all winter. In Canberra we do get lovely sunshine some days in winter but what about in northern Europe or America – what happens to your Vitamin D levels there?
I’m having a week off work and will be getting out to grab some Vitamin D as much as possible. Me and the chickens will potter in the yard and I’ll plant some seeds in the beds we’ve left for them to dig over all winter. They’ve done a better job than we could have ever done with a fork or a shovel.
As always, I’ve planned more for my time off than I can ever realistically achieve. I do sometimes wish I could be a little more single minded in my interests. I’ve got Alice coming to spend one of the days with me and I somehow imagine I’ll find time to sew a quilt top, make a dress for Alice, strip and paint a cupboard and work in the garden, with some baking thrown in for good measure, as well as the usual amount of knitting.
(All of which means, according to the Huffington Post, that I’m not a tough girl. I know lots of us have seen that ridiculous post now. Good grief, as if aspiring to some single minded notion of toughness and strength is the only way to prove you’re not frail. If nothing else it was a great piece for getting women to stand up and be counted and remember that strength comes in all colours and textures and if you want to knit or take part in any other ‘domestic’ act then do it and tell women like the author of that piece to go jump. It’s how you live through the trials, how you grow and learn, how you live with yourself and other people that counts. End rant.)
My other fun project for the week is to get started on a special knit. This one’s for me. In November my little brother is getting married and it’s an evening wedding, in country surroundings. I’ve got a dress picked out and I mean to knit something light and airy from this yarn. Cascade Kid Seta.
I just need to finish a cardigan for Alice in the next day or so then I’m free to kick off. How’s that for a deadline? Two months to knit a long piece of Estonian lace. I really did mean to start earlier.