Tuesday March 8, 2005
It is like spring, warm and soft with rain. There are new leaves unfurling on the rose bushes and robins strutting around the garden. I am seized with knitter’s remorse. How could I have spent all those cold months making […]
It is like spring, warm and soft with rain. There are new leaves unfurling on the rose bushes and robins strutting around the garden. I am seized with knitter’s remorse. How could I have spent all those cold months making […]