Pd sent a gigantic bouquet of pink roses and Easter lilies to me at work (seriously; it was much bigger than my head), and then we went to our current favourite French restaurant in Toronto (Le Sélect, on Wellington).
We found trillium in our garden.
Technically, I suppose, it's coming from the neighbour's garden — or, at least, the narrow space between the two fences. Anyway, it feels kind of odd and illicit, like I'm hoarding some endangered species all to myself. Nothing doing, though; trillium are notoriously hard to transplant, so there they'll say. I kind of like them there; it's such a surprise.
Another surprise: the irises are blooming! A total surprise, because ... we didn't know we had irises. I'm kind of loving this garden. It takes very little work and, every other week, some other lovely thing or another blooms.
Meanwhile, I've wound my little ball of laceweight silk and started on a camisole from the latest issue of Twist Collective (the one on the cover). See those medallions? They're knit, not crochet, and it's done on 1.5 mm needles. That's US size 000.
I took a picture with a dime in for size comparison.
Not only is it going to take forever, but I'm going to go mad doing it.
Wow, trillium! I've tried to plant that 3 times over the years and it's never worked.
ReplyDeleteWell, you can't have ours!
ReplyDeleteI mean, "apparently, it takes several (3-7) years for trillium to germinate," according to Martha. ;)