I was hoping to wear my Elm Street socks for St Patrick's Day but that's not going to happen. Not this year anyway. Even though I am knee deep in the orange shawl, March is such a dismal month that I needed a small diversion from the winter that won't end.
That brilliant green has been calling to me for weeks now so I cast them on with a promise to myself that I can only work on them after the day's allotment of orange has been completed.
After those long rows of orange these itty bitty rows of lacy green are a relief.
It's still cold as you know what here and it's snowing (!) as I write this. Usually we would be planting in the garden this time of year but it's still covered with its winter coat of compost. The calendar says spring is only a few days away but Mother Nature apparently hasn't gotten the message.
...and a six pack of gooey happiness.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!