This year, I am going to grow the most fearsomely delicious and productive tomatoes ever. Eggshells and homemade compost as I pot up from the peat pellets. Big Beef for slicing, and Rutgers for canning. Wish me luck!

I just finished a beautiful pair of socks, and then washed them to block. Um. Can anyone say super-fuzzy? Why, o why, do they always pill up on me? I look at other people's knits, and they're so smooth and show the patterns beautifully, but noooo, mine might as well all be felted for all you can see. Crapola.