The beans are in, along with some sundry flowers and herbs. Here the pintos are, the mahogany red ones on the left and the golden brown ones on the right. I marked the rows with marigolds (color-coded!) and applied a liberal dose of animal repellent. See how the label shows all sorts of animals to be repelled, especially that picture in the upper left? My confidence was diminished by Judit’s response. After some serious sniffing, she marked the ground with urine and then tried to lick up the repellent granules. Sigh, I will drag the hardware wire cages out and cover at least some of the beans.
My new physical therapist, who is at least making my back and leg feel different if not resolving the problems altogether, has given me permission to test my progress by jogging a half mile this weekend. We did that after gardening, and it was so great to be out jogging with Wilson again. So far, so good, though I am really out of running shape. I did fine cycling yesterday with some pretty big hills, and tomorrow we’ll go for a longer ride, so at least I’m getting some exercise again. I do hope the jogging works.
Finally, I gave Becky the colorwork mitts for her 50th birthday (which was in April but she said not gifts at her party, so I had to wait until later). I showed her the hat, which is making progress, and promised to have it to her before snow flies. That should give me a few weeks, anyway.
Actually, I’m trying hard to clean up my various projects so I can turn to some serious work on Forest Darkness. There is an exhibition of Bohus knitting coming to the Twin Cities next year, January 23rd to March 29th at the American-Swedish Institute. There is some discussion on the Ravelry Bohus forum about trying to get some folks together and maybe trying to get some sweaters made to wear to the event. It is a lot of knitting, so methinks I need to start soon if I want to try to join in the fun. It would be a great time for you to come visit!
I hope your Memorial Day weekend has been good. I stop and think about the reason for the holiday quite a bit; especially about those who have left us recently.