This is nearly one repeat. I love this sort of knitting, even though it's fraught with pitfalls, and I'm so ready to drop headlong into each and every one. Fools rush in, etc., etc. And isn't that the story of my life?
This Jamieson's Shetland Spindrift is a lovely warm gray yarn. So glad I got talked into by the nice people at Yarns by Design in Neenah. The character of this shawl will be softer and fuzzier than the silk yarn used in the illustration in Folk Shawls.
Spring is beginning to dance her little dance of fits and starts. We northerners know it so well. But still we get our hopes up on a day like today when the mercury hits nearly 50 degrees. Only yesterday it was 13 degrees when I bundled up for my morning walk and threats of snow lurk in the offing for early next week. But in the meantime I intend to enjoy the 40s and 50s, gray as the days may be. Hope springs eternal.
And speaking of hope springing eternal, in the past few days, both my DH and I have seen pairs of sandhill cranes flying overhead or alighting nearby. We're hoping against hope that the pair of cranes that hung out in our backyard all last summer and early fall return this year. To that end, DH set out a pan of cracked corn today, right where they liked it last year. We'll be keeping watch.