Spring has sprung and with it rain and tall grass. So, this morning after dropping the kids at school and switching a load of laundry, I set out to cut the grass. This is more difficult than it might appear, due to the resident mole hunter (aka Shiloh, the beagle). He follows mole (or is it vole) tunnels, digs the critters out and kills them. However, he never refills the tunnels, so our backyard is full of 8 inch deep canyons. Sadly, my encounter with one of these tunnels has injured the self-propelled mechanism on the mower and I was only able to accomplish 2/3 of my task.
So, since dinner's in the slow cooker and laundry only requires a bit of attention, knitting is on tap for this afternoon. I am glad I used a needle a size larger for the legs of my socks. I tried them on yesterday and they were a bit snug. Any smaller and they might be too snug over the heel!