Meet Zoe. Yes, she is fat. No, she doesn't seem to mind. Zoe is really Poppy's cat. Poppy found her when we were out walking one day and made me bring her home. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Anyway, Zoe thinks she is a dog, has a delightful sense of humor and let's face it, a tummy that you just want to tickle. She likes to sprawl around like this and so I felt it was only fitting that it be the pose we used to introduce her on the blog.
Meet my spider wort. Isn't strange and wild? I planted one little shoot several years ago and now it is taking over the front flower bed. Having regaled you with my distaste for gardening in a previous post, it is obvious the plant will have free reign and do as it pleases. As long as it smothers the weeds, it is okay with me.
Notice anything missing from this post? Yep, no knitting. On the needles I have 3 socks, 2 sweaters, 1 wrap, 1 cardigan -- I want to cast something new on the needles. Obviously I have a bad case of startitis. And I still haven't played with my new spinning wheel. Meh!
Well, I've blathered on a bit about nothing. Have a great evening all. Perhaps tomorrow will bring some exciting blog material.