I’m soaking up as much spring as I can, and still either knitting in secret or knitting things that aren’t all that exciting yet, like the blanket.  The last few days have been all about soil and old friends.  Some sad things recently happened to a couple of people I know, and it’s nice to focus on simple pleasures.  I priced small floor looms, spent time with my folks and my husband, and puttered.

A passel of us went to roller derby, of course.  Here are about half of the crazy kids.

In the snack-bar at the Roller Derby venue.  I didn’t get any good photos of the bouts themselves–too much fun for steady camera work.  We had a blast at the bout though, and there was some serious discussion about season tickets (likely) and possible roller-derby names (less likely).

I’ve spent the rest of the last few days either outside or wishing I was outside.  The garden needs a lot of tidying up.  But the work is more enjoyable with so many early blooms.

I particularly these hybrid daffodils.

And the hellebores

And these sweeties–I’ve blanked on their names, and searching the web for them is just making me want to buy lots and lots of plants.

The cats were supremely jealous of how much time Kayo and I were spending outside, and took turns watching the feeders out front and those out back.  Speedwell just stared and stared:

Yarrow bargained for assistance with the pesky door.

I’m so glad they don’t have thumbs.  And they’re not any larger.  Or smarter.  I hope the birds in our neighborhood appreciate the cats’ seclusion as much as they appreciate the seed we give them.

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