Thursday, June 08, 2006


As promised a photo of a wildflower - Pale Corydalis (Corydalis sempervirens). Loves rocky places and blooms from spring through fall. This species is a biennial (2 years from seed to maturity to death). The corydalis species is a member of the Fumitory family (includes Bleeding Heart and Dutchman's Breeches). One of my favorites, and abundant in this land of rocky places - though you often have to go looking for it.

The shawl is no longer a shawl. Yesterday I took it apart after realizing I did not have enough yarn to finish it off. I decided rather than being unhappy with the results I would just start over. I was asked how long I had worked on it (about a month - off and on) and then the head-shaking began. The knitting is more than half the fun. Besides, it was a good distraction from studying on a day that was too hot to be outside hiking or running (88F. in my yard - in Duluth - in early June!).

I did end up running yesterday though. Temps were still in the low to mid 80's so I took it pretty easy. Being in not great shape, combined with running on muddy trails with big puddles (I ran through them) helped to keep the pace slow.

wildknits

4 comments:

Chris said...

Hi! Yikes, it was that hot in Duluth? I think it was hotter there than here. Kinda scary...

Re: the shawl - it's the process and the product, right?!

wildknits said...

The shawl is being reborn (I do love to procrastinate). It is _all_ about the journey.

Chris said...

Hmm, your new post is set to not allow comments. :( You must call me when you are in the city, Lisa! It would be good to just have a cup of coffee and knit together.

Good luck on your boards!! And happy knitting on the reborn shawl.

wildknits said...

Not sure what happened there with the comments. Will try to fix that. Sorry about not calling - as we drove to the cities I realized that I had not brought any phone numbers with me. Could be I was preoccupied.

I just about kicked myself, especially as I could have spent some nice time visiting vs sitting in rush hour traffic (though always a good reminder as to why I live in a small city)