...the grass is riz, I wonder where the birdies iz.
I've seen several versions of this rhyme lately because indeed, spring is riz. We don't have here the wild freesias on the footpath verge as we had in Killara, but there's wattle, grevilleas, jasmine and other flower scents wafting around in the breeze.
I walked up to King Street by a different route the other day and came on a community garden. There's quite a few of these in the area which is fairly eco conscious. This garden was different. Part of the footpath in front of four terrace houses had had a straw and hay garden laid on it. Plants were very healthy and a URL painted on a sign gave further details of coming plantings. I wondered if the plants were safe but it did not look plundered.
So if the grass has riz, where is my knitting spring feeling too? Definitely not riz. I'm knitting, some every day. I am just not very enthused about it at the moment. I'll have a couple of hours tomorrow in the train as I go to and from the Central Coast. I plan on sock knitting and hope to have one pair finished this week.
I'm about 1/3 of the way down the body of the top down asymmetrical vest. It's slow going, I really don't like knitting with large needles and there are a lot of stitches each row. I've also done a sixteen stitch pattern down the edge of the wrapover part of the vest. It has two bobbles in twelve rows and a bit of a lacy twig pattern. It's not difficult but for the life of me the pattern won't stick in my mind at the moment, there's lots of other stuff swirling around in there. I need to keep the pattern book open so I can follow it.
I'm astounded at some of the pictures of places for sale. I wonder if some of those are rental places. I'm surprised at the utter mess of some places. I suppose the occupant has no real interest in the sale, but some have had dirty washing up all over the kitchen, tables uncleared, boxes stacked on boxes and some are obviously quite filthy.
So enjoy the pictures. The grevilleas are in our place, the wattle is two doors up and the jasmine two doors down the other way.