Here's a shot of Solomon's Seal. Lush.
Then there's this mess.
When we first moved here 5 years ago, we couldn't see any flowers at all. They were all buried under a horrible vine that had taken over this yard. I have been plugging away at this for 6 summers, and now it was time to dig it all up, separate the lilies from the rest, add topsoil, and replant the lilies.
It's a work in progress if there ever was one.
So at the end of the day, I come in to make dinner. Husband is still out there, putting the tools away (he'd been working in the yard since 6:30 am).
I am cutting up string beans, the knife slips. A small chunk of my finger stuck to the knife.
Tall son rushes to my aid. Brings bandaids (no good in such a case), sterile gauze pads, the works.
First words out of his mouth: "Oh no! Now you won't be able to knit!"
I do love that kid.
And it's true. No knitting for...I don't want to think about how long...the finger affected is the one where I run my yarn around, continental style.
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