
A solitary crane
In winter snow
Needs no jewels.
Deng Ming~Dao
The Grafts….
Oh!Canada is finished! I took one evening to pull out the graft, which was not an easy feat and then I spent another night reworking the graft again. Better to do this in baby steps. 🙂

I have to admit that it took me a few tries to get the pattern to line up, mostly because my working yarn was on the wrong side. After a little creative finangling it finally lined up and the rest went soothly until the very end. It is a teensy bit off there, but not enough that I was going to pull it out again.

If the idea of grafting has put you off from this pattern….please don’t let it. The pattern is such an enjoyable knit and it would be a shame to pass it by based on that.
The graft is the very same kitchner stitch used to close up the toe on a sock just on a bigger scale.
Once the first 5 stitches are lined up properly, the rest should line up without too much trouble.
She will be bathed and blocked tomorrow and hopefully be ready for pictures on Tuesday.
I can’t tell you enough how much I enjoyed working on this stole. I think next to the Wool Peddler shawl, it has been my favorite knit!
The Snows…..

This has been a CRAZY winter with mounds and mounds of snow up here in the North Country! What makes it so wild is you only have to drive south an hour and a half to find almost no snow. The upcoming week promises at least 2 more dumpings of the white powdery stuff, so if you ski………come on up! It doesn’t get much better than this!
Take a look at those snowbanks…..no really, take a look at them! I have a HUGE barn and my husband barely needed a ladder to climb up onto the backside of the attached shed to shovel it.
Speaking of shoveling……God Bless Ken, last year we told my Dad…no more shoveling off the roof. Ken had told him that from now on, he would be doing it. Wouldn’t you know that this winter it seems like every 3 days he is going over to shovel Dad’s roof, rake off ours, shovel a path to the propane tank that the plow man buries every time he 
comes and now we are having to shovel the perimeter of the dog yard so Maggie can’t climb out.
That buried fence is a 6 foot fence….but Maggie could clear it in one jump right now. Thankfully she is a dog that respects boundaries.
Cavaliers on the other hand….boundaries….what is a boundary? Thankfully they are small dogs!






























