Spring is here, cold, wet, leaden of sky, but here nonetheless. We go on.
It's been a month of odd-ish socks. These are pedi-socks, for keeping one's feet warm whilst one's toenails are being painted. Pattern designed for a Ravelry group to which I belong. Crystal Palace Panda Wool for the green (I don't usually use non-superwash for socks, but these won't get washed all that often) and Opal for the cream. I like the lace pattern and will probably knit another pair from this pattern one day, with toes.

These, and the following pair, were designed as a part of the "Pay-It-Forward" thing I did on Facebook earlier this year. Opal, in a Uni-color red/brown, and in a speckled/striped yarn that was a test-skein I purchased from Soxie, the former sole importer/distributor of Opal yarns in the USA, a couple of years ago. Test skeins are produced in limited numbers, and can be quite hard to come by, I've heard.
I alternated the two yarns: cast on in one color for each pair and worked the top ribbing, then switched to the other for cuffs, switched again for legs and feet. I knit both pair at the same time on two circs, and had plenty to finish both pair, even with the longer turn-down cuff.
The striped/speckled yarn pooled oddly, but I decided to just forge ahead rather than try to change that. The pooling did change a bit on one of the socks, after a cat chewed off the yarn and I had to splice it back in. Geeze...I have never had cats that bothered my yarn before, and these two that belong to my son and his family are a real trial.

The socks have a ruffled top, a pretty ribbed lace pattern from one of the Barbara Walker books for the legs and insteps, eye-of-partridge heel flaps and a Dutch heel.
My tulips bloomed early this year, and with the cooler weather they are lasting a long time. This is the second year since Robby, then just two years old, helped me plant them.
I have been told, "Every time you see a tulip, someone in The Netherlands is thinking of you." I cannot imagine who that would be, now that my Dutch friend is gone, but it's a lovely thought all the same.