I'm crocheting around my phone cord for fun and also to distinguish it from the others (I use the term crocheting loosely). There are too many charging cables at our house -- why does the shape have to be different for every chargeable device, I wonder.
Violet blossoms are especially abundant this year. I picked quite a few the other day, a good thing because we are expecting 14" of snow over the next few days. Here I made a salad with violet blossoms, tender baby kale leaves growing on second year kale plants, arugula and feta cheese drizzled with olive oil and a bit of violet vinegar left from last year.
Violet flowers on a violet plate, flower-topped paperclips, and a tiny 9-patch I stitched a while back.
Vinegar was made. Violets are good for soothing both named and unnamed grief -- more about violets here
. It's called fairy vinegar because violets crossed over from the fairy realm. That's what I believe anyway.
I read recently that the season of Spring is both promising and painful. I'd never thought of it as being particularly painful...until this year. Now I get it. Things end, things don't come back, things die.
The bees died. Just like that. One day they were fine and the next day they weren't. I want to blame the wasp takeover
of last fall but really can't say for sure. I've cleaned and scraped propolis, wax, and more from most of the 30 frames inside the foundation boxes and am now hoping to attract a swarm. If not, I'll try to purchase a colony from a local bee supplier.
That's where the promise of Spring comes in. And I'm ready. xx