Weebug Knits

I am down at my parent's place in Washougal, Washington. A kind of sleepy little town most days, located at the mouth of the Columbia Gorge. It is warm and breezy, the sky is bright blue and it comes with a kind of lazy feeling that brings back memories of summer vacation when I was in grade school.

On the back stoop we have always hung various brooms, shovels, rakes and the like. This year we won't be using the push broom because of the current architect's construction:

There are three or four little nestlings crowded into the small space, I suspect that they aren't too far off from becoming fledglings and learing to fly.

It makes my little house seem quite spacious!

I love this rose. Papa says that it is called Desert Peace and no two blooms ever seem to be quite the same colour configuration. The bush is in full bloom and the colours mirror that of my first pair of Summer of Socks that I have completed.

See, I told you there would be some sort of knitting content. I love the way that these socks turned out, even though they were kind of boring to knit. Sometimes boring is just what is needed in our current state of flux.