It's been a strange weekend. The weather, though dry and mild, has felt weird, like it's on the verge of something, and it's affecting me. Or maybe I'm projecting; either way, I've had a sense of foreboding.
But I'm not sitting around waiting to see what, if anything, is going to happen. Last week I finished one gift-knit and delivered it, and started in on another one.
Our middle pasture has recovered enough to turn the girls out for some fresh grass (but they were more interested in maple leaves – otherwise known as sheepy potato chips – at first).
There were photo opportunities to take advantage of.
That's it for now from . . .