Habit, I Snapped


It feels like weeks since I made my last post, but that can’t really be – my last post was Friday, just a few days ago.  Blogging has become a fixture, I don’t have to remind myself to do it anymore, now, if it’s been more than a day or too, I feel that something is missing or something has been left undone.  I’m happy to be back at my routine, even if it’s been just a few days.


Mr. Iknead and I have become somewhat attached to the doves and their chicks nesting on our patio.  Saturday morning, when I did my usual morning walk around, looking at my flowers and checking the feeders, I noticed that neither Mama or Daddy Dove was on the nest and got a good look at the babies.  What did we do before iPhones??

Climbed up on the long disused doghouse and snapped this.

A little bit of research tells me that doves can raise up to six broods a year!  We’re hoping that that’s true for “our” pair and we’ll have more chicks to enjoy.


I’m still plugging along on too many projects and have added two more, crochet instead of knit.  Will reveal for WIP Wednesday tomorrow.  I think this brings the grand total up to six – the basket next to my knitting/reading chair runneth over!

You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.  Mark Twain



I Need a Tissue, For the Birds, The Good Life


No FO Friday project to post today.  Several WIPs, just no FOs.  I just can’t seem to settle down to focus on any one thing; I’ll pick a project up, knit a couple of rows, put it down, pick up a different one, knit a couple of rows and on and on.  I suppose I need to tweak my outlook a little.  Instead of feeling unable to settle and work on one thing enough to make a big dent, I need to look at it as working on all projects, neglecting none.  Yeah, that’s the ticket.  I’m attending to everything.  Commence attitude tweaking now.  Ah, much better.


A pair of doves have built a nest and taken up residence on our electrical box outside, underneath our patio roof.  I’m pretty sure there are eggs in the nest, they’ve not left it untended since building it.  Us going in and out, taking pictures of them, watering plants, this all occurs within probably eight feet of the nest, but they seem unperturbed by the activity.  We put a feeder out in the yard so they wouldn’t have to range far for food.  I’ve seen a dove a couple of times at the feeder, I hope it’s one of the pair.

Under the covered deck – smart birds, I think


Pool Fun, Reunion 2013

The Sprout says, “It doesn’t get any better that this.” and “Oh, Poolboy, bring me another bottle, straight up, room temp.”

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.  John Ruskin