K is for karma. On Saturday I thought my first tomatoes of the year would be ripe today. The label said it's a yellow cherry, but it would seem to be an orange grape. (???) Anyway, the fruits looked quite promising.
However, today the cruel gods of the garden are laughing.
Most of my grape tomatoes were pecked to bits and strewn about, but not eaten. Many of the main crop tomatoes have deep puncture wounds. Dang birds. On tomatoes, skin blemishes often heal, but deep punctures usually rot or become host to nasty things. To cap it all, it's hot enough this week to inhibit fruit set, so there may not be any new fruit for a while.
A garden calamity on this scale has a way of commanding attention and time (read: many imprecations to the heavens and post factum assembly of chicken wire fencing), but here's a teaser photo of a bowl of strangely orange snacks and an excellent pattern I test-knit, Piscean Socks by Jessica. I want to do the pattern full justice with a proper post over the weekend, but will briefly note here that it's a fun, beguiling, satisfying knit and I plan to make more.
The other night I vowed in public that if my Plurk karma exceeded 50 by sign off, I would knit a pair of Nanner Socks by Wendy Johnson. A promise is a promise. I have some beauteous sportweight handspun from Melissa that reminds me of the NOLA dessert Bananas Foster. There's enough for anklets, I think. Here's progress so far (pictured with dressmaker's ruler to show leg length and a late night snack of Nilla wafers).
The Nanners stitch pattern is somewhat obscured by the yarn, yet it makes itself known. What would be horizontal stripes in stockinette – as on the sole – are tilted and textured in pattern, a pleasing effect (at least I like it).
In the Tour de France KAL, I'm a contender in the intermediate sprint competition! I'm grateful the co-hostesses saw fit to select my modest entry and wish the other contenders bonne chance – but at the same time shamelessly hope a plurality of participants votes for meeee.