Whilst my immediate family was huddled around the wood-stove, in an east coast house devoid of electricity and battered by the wrath of Blizzard Nemo , I was blithely communing with nature in Los Angeles, where it was, um, relatively vernal.
In fact, marching around Elysian Park with my sister and her dogs,
|L-R: Dorrie, unidentified woman belonging to Clyde, Theo, Clyde, sister.|
I discovered an exotic bloom, Yarnbombia Acrylicana, adorning a tree in a small arboretum:
Most of my knitting happened aboard Southwest Air, as I traveled between the coasts. I find solitary travel to be the best way to knit lace, for obvious reasons.
|Solid-color socks knit from Swans Island lovely ultra-fine merino fingering yarn. Printed yarn is Marathon.|
Here are some additional postcards:
|Double rainbow over Echo Park.|
|Someone's garden in Venice.|
|A perfect camellia.|
|A camellia tree in Descanso Gardens|
But all good things must come to an end. I'm sorry to report that this tree destroyed my beloved clotheslines.
|Meanwhile, back in Rhode Island, quod Nemo non fecit.|