Olio: a miscellaneous collection of things.
It was a beautiful busy weekend, that spilled over to today.
Yesterday, the asparagus bed was trimmed, weeded, and heavily mulched for the winter. A few peppers were picked, but there are many more soon to be ready. Some of the tomato vines were pulled, but I ran out of steam before the job was done.
I gave up on trying to stop the randy cockerels from escaping, but made the hen’s pen more secure so that at least they can’t get in with them. I don’t think letting them coop up with the hens for the next 3 weeks is a good idea, I’m afraid it would incite more fighting between them and maybe they would even attack the fairly docile cockerel that I put in with them. So far the hens are not letting him anywhere near them. The molting season is full on and the yard near their pen looks like I had a pillow fight with someone. Because of the mature hens molting and the pullets not yet laying, I am only getting 1 egg a day. Hopefully that will change soon and we will start getting more eggs with the holidays approaching and baking to be done.
It was a good weekend to start making soap again. I have an order for a full mold of a scent I don’t put in my shop anymore, and I needed three others for the upcoming Holiday Markets.
Two batches were made over the weekend, unmolded and cut yesterday. Today I was going to make the other two and got one made, the kitchen a mess and realized that I don’t have enough of one of the essential oils to make the other batch. Granddaughter is napping and I don’t want to get her up yet. Grandson has to be picked up from the bus stop in a bit more than an hour. Both of them need to be dressed and taken to Taekwondo by 5:15, so I guess I will buy the oil then and make the other batch tonight.
For a while, I have been watching the not quite 5 year old granddaughter ride down our dirt and gravel driveway and across the sloping yard on her balance bike. Daughter and I had discussed that she was about ready to learn to ride a real bike without training wheels. I am not a fan of training wheels. I feel that once a kid has a comfort level with the balance, either on a balance bike or on a real bike on a gentle grassy slope, that they are ready to start pedaling. She was taken to the elementary school where I taught her cousin to ride a few summers ago, and wasn’t there long before her Mom sent us a video of her riding on her own. She still needed someone to help her start. Today, she asked me to take her riding again, so we went to the old high school track that is available for the public to walk or run on and she rode great loops around the track, into a head wind and then while I was approaching to help her start off, she did it by herself. She was so proud of herself.
I have continued to work on the Christmas stocking for the newest granddaughter. The chart that is used for the design is very poorly labeled and it violates every rule of knitting color work by spanning 10 or 12 stitches in a color change. I have cut short lengths and wound many bobbins to avoid it, but as it is going to be lined in the end, there are some places where I just spanned too many stitches and did the color change.
When doing a chart, each little box either has a symbol or lacks a symbol and there is a key to let you know what color, the symbol represents. This one has a key, but the key does not match the colors in the photo (the yarn does), so it has been a challenge of flipping to the photograph to see what color the symbol is supposed to be. To make matters worse, two symbols represent two different colors depending on where in the chart you are. As it is, I am going to have to double knit a small section to “repair” a mixed up color from the chart. The right photo is of the back of the stocking with all of the little bobbins and balls that I have to keep untangling. I have reached a point where I am only using 4 colors now and soon only three, then to join in the round and knit the heel and toe. Each stocking that I have made is lined. For my children I did stockings that were crewel work, each grandchild has either a quilted or knitted one. After they are finished and lined, I add a little cross stitched tag inside near the top that says, Made with love, (name they call me) and the year it was made. I hope they treasure them as much as I enjoyed making them.