i am not much of a gardener. i like the IDEA of it, but the reality is something different. i am good at the planting, but the whole weeding and watering and maintaining thing appears to be a bit beyond me. every year, i go through this cycle of buying potting mix and putting things in the ground, maybe harvesting a few tomatoes, and then watching it all wither and die. sigh.
nevertheless i spent part of the weekend trying my hand at it yet again. i really want to at least have some herbs for summer, because i use them a lot in pasta and stir frys and salads, so i arranged the pots, got the requisite plants and bag of dirt
added water, and voila:
lets see how long it lasts. note to ricco, i do not need your help with the digging up, thanks. jem likes to help with the rolling up of the hose though.
i made the three of them sit for a photo when we were done:
its been almost a year since i took this one of them, as you can see the puppy has grown a little. in the last year he has been rechristened Destructo Ricco because he completely and utterly destroys anything he gets his teeth into. plastic pots, stuffed toys, balls of yarn, lumps of wood, clumps of grass directly out of the lawn. he really doesnt care. lets hope hes not into herbs.
i have had a rather productive weekend, aside from the pots. i finished one sock of a long-suffering pair, and mastered the art of the sewn bind-off in so doing:
this is sock one of a pair i am calling ‘mixed ganseys’, i did the first one as the diamond gansey from wendy johnsons book, and it looks great in the lovely brown patonyle (they are boy socks) but the diamond pattern was annoying as hell and i needed to look at a chart (because im a little simple like that) so the second sock is going to be a traditional gansey because i think thats easier to follow, sans chart. i will cast on the second one today, but first i wanted to finish another long suffering pair, so i did my twisted rib cuff and sewn bindoff, then went back to sock one to redo the cuff and bind off (which was not sewn and therefore too tight).
these will be repaired shortly, and ready to be gifted to my sister. i tried one on and the yarntini wool is so yummy and smooshy, i am going to drag out another skein for me as soon as these are done.
i did all this sock knitting despite going to a football game,
where i did not knit, but rather took notes about alcohol advertising and behaviour, for a work project, and cried a little when wests lost. i might live in the illawarra but it doesnt mean i have to support those dastardly dragons, who were my fathers sworn enemy, and therefore, mine. i would have made a good viking*.
* obtuse true blood reference