I've been trying to think of the right adjective for the suri laceweight yarn. It has a tensile quality... slippery, similar to but not exactly like knitting silk or hair... [blank]? Looks like severe blocking will be needed, perhaps even pressing.
Most years my forsythia is in full bloom the first week of April, but this year they're pokey. Apparently they know more about this odd winter than I do – first it was freakishly warm, then bitterly cold, today it's s*n*o*w*i*n*g, wait a minute, now cold and brilliantly sunny, no, overcast again. Or maybe they've figured out that when they finish blooming I plan to use the lopper I got at the Flower Show [mwaahaha!] and they're faking me out [mwaaha...ha?].
Methinks: After flowers, chop, chop!
Methinks: You betcha.
Theythinks: But not before?
Methinks: 'Course not.
Theythinks: Right-ho, then shan't!
Er, permit me to assure gentle readers that I don't usually hold telepathic conversations with clever shrubs with a vaguely British accent.
Speaking of vaguely British, as long as I'm
Not as brilliant as the American Express "My Life" ad, but that featured Robert De Niro and was filmed by Martin Scorsese (YouTube version here). Which reminds me, tickets for the Tribeca Film Festival are on sale now!