The Etherknitter looked up at the sky, and squinted. "Naw, this isn't going to amount to much", she told her husband. "Bloglines weather didn't predict any rain. Neither did weather.com. The clouds are too high". Last night, before the sprinklers were turned on, we got 1.58" of rain.
One of the secrets of a happy life is finding delight in small things. (Did you notice the "before" in the prior sentence, rather than "after"? Yes!) So it is with knitting: I have a small FO to show you. Indeed, it is the Sock of Superstition. You will forgive me, I'm sure, for artfully covering the nonoperated foot. I would prefer to leave its bony secrets to your own imagination:
I'm cured now, right?
I can't BELIEVE how long it took me to motor through simple stockinette. You would have thought I was knitting lace (measure...same length...knit...measure...same length...).
No matter. Back to the Marla sweater.
Right, Peonia suffruticosa, 'Shima Nishiki'
And, simply, chives in bloom (Allium schoenoprasum):