Eh-oh.

It's supposed to get down to 40*F tonight. Forty, ya'll. We haven't seen 40 since, like, mid-February.

The Eh-oh part of this is I just got done installing a dozen basil plants, some perennial dianthus, and some "Husker Red" Penstemon in the garden. Oh well. They're all close to the house and maybe weather.com is wrong.

After all, they've been wrong about the rain we've been supposed to get for, like, four days now.

I worked a bunch on the moebius scarf but it's still not done.

I also succumbed to buying - unopened, unlooked at - the spring/summer Knit.1. (I get 10% off at Books a Million. Eventually they are going to realize that the sheer volume of books I buy makes a $10 buy-in to their club thingy too cheap, and they'll jack it up to the ridiculous level the other bookstores ask). I don't know. The first one was sort of ridiculous but also sort of fun. One of those things you read and are a bit embarrassed to admit to, kind of like watching "The Surreal Life" on VH1 or something like that. (I've watched a bit of TSL but find it too mindbending - do people really LIVE like that and am I a total landlocked bluenosed bluestockinged prude? Or are the very famous really and truly Not Like Us? Or is it just really creative editing and people being paid to act outrageous?). At any rate, I've got that to look forward to this evening, and a new quilt book, and an Insects and Spiders of the US guidebook (didn't have one of my own and got tired of hunting online or going to the library every time I saw a new and different spider or bug. And I saw lots of new and different spiders this morning - turns out they LOVE the little flags I put out by my milkweeds; they go into them and web them up and the flag curls up around the web like a little plastic blanket - so they make nice little spider condos, waterproof, windproof. I was careful not to squish any of them but it's hard to read the numbers on your flag when they're all webbed up).