Been a bit quiet round here of late…

…and I’m not sure why. It’s not like I’ve been madly busy, in fact the complete opposite.

I have spent quite a lot of time staring into space and wondering when the jobs market might pick up. And I’ve come to the realisation that I am a persaon who needs to be very busy in order to achieve anything, and that I need to have some structure to may day other than when the little chap might wake up (or not), I need to make a bigger daily decisions than whether to watch Gilmre Girls at 11.55am or 3.3opm. It seems I am a ‘the more you have to do, the more you will get done’ kind of girl.

I haven’t been totally idle though, I have a rather smashing looking vegetable garden, and here is the NEW GREENHOUSE:

I’ve spun up the majority of the jacob I’ve had for…two, ish…years, and some of the hairy herdwick (goodness knows what I’ll do with this, I’m thinking messenger bag at the moment, there will be 400g of it eventually):

And on Sunday I made a baby sling for the little chap (who is now quite a large chap, but not yet on his own two feet, quite) to sit in and which will save my arms from hideous strain if I just need to pop in for a pint of milk, or something:

I look wierdly baggy here on account of floppy trouser issues. A slight diet would do me no harm though! The blurredness was his fault The sling was made from remnants and  this pattern here, and in making it  I learned how to do a French Seam too.

Boing

Spring is here, it must be. The sun is shining, I’ve had to open the sliding door to get some of this sparkly air in, and I can’t see my screen unless I close the curtains.

I find January and February a bit of a trial to get through, to be honest. I tend to hibernate – all I want to do is sit and knit and watch rubbish on the telly, for some reason it’s usually programmes where gnarled blokes are working in horrible circumstances (current favourites are ‘Ice Road Truckers’ and ‘Trawlermen’). Then I go to bed at ten p.m. and read something reasonably intelligent and literary to stop myself feeling guilty for watching rubbish on the telly.

But, at the end of February, this starts to happen:

The snowdrops appeared by magic, but these crocuses I put in two autumns ago, and just left them. I suppose they are multiplying, which is great:

…and the tiny irises are beautiful too:

There are dwarf narcissi and daffodils as well, but they are only just in bud. I am looking forward to seeing the dancing host  in the next couple of weeks.

I also managed to get some seeds in this year (all I managed to grow for last year was Alex, but I think that’s a good enough achievement really). This is the scene on the windowsill this morning:

Summer will be here soon. Let’s hope it’s a good one.