It's Saturday again and the most exciting thing is that it has rained. I don't mean just a little tease of a sprinkle, I mean measurable rainfall. In some ways it's very good - a huge relief that might be in time for some crops. But truthfully, there has been rain for the past week and my yard is now a different colour - it's green again. We need to cut the grass and I think all the little slips of trees that I planted in the spring might even survive.
There has been some knitting happening too. I've finished a sock and most of a mitten. Before anybody asks, no - there's no second-sock syndrome or second-mitten syndrome happening. I simply don't know how I want to finish the mitten so there it sits on the needles waiting for me to make a decision. I'm leaning towards a very simple cuff - but part of me wants to make something big and extravagant.
As for the sock, I finished it and grafted the toe late last night while watching TV. I even started casting on for the second sock but when I couldn't correctly count to 64 (to make sure I had the right number of stitches) I gave up and went to bed.
Which is when I decided that maybe this much rain isn't a good thing.
There is about 2 cups of water in the bowl.