Thursday

It's been a few days. Here's some sock progress:

 I think I'm sold on this pattern. I want to knit it again, without such a busy yarn. The sparkly yarn for the heel blends nicely, though.  The little cabled V's make a nice pattern.

The plants around here are going crazy. The cucumber has grown to amazing heights and has baby cukes growing on it. Two of my friends are going to get together and the more learned one is going to help us pickle cucumbers later this summer. Last year I remember having so many, I couldn't eat and give them away fast enough. I am retired now, so I don't have as many recipients. I gave one of my neighbors a surplus plant, so she will have her own. 

The tomato plant behind it is getting tall, too.

Cucumber in the making...

Lastly, I've been going through old bins of family memorabilia. More on that later. But here's one thing that I found. It has my Mom's name on it, and the handwriting is my Dad's. This must have been intended to be very tongue and cheek and had them both laughing. I don't remember my Mom being a nag when my father drove. But I had a good laugh at this! The more you read, the funnier it gets. Don't think this would fly in 2020.  Notice the date- 1956-58. Right before I was born.