We had planned to go to the Herb and Garden show in Mt V, but decided it was too cold and crappy. The sun came out later, but it’s very cold and very windy, and the place I want to be is Parview. P hitched up the team and went into town for supplies; we’re cooking together tonight. He’s making two magnificent (and magnificently expensive!!) Omaha Steaks Reserve-something T-bones, and I’m making portobello marsala to serve over noodles. Soft Red for me, cold beer for him. Much better than going out; we’ll eat at the table I refinished and made a new tabletop for, under the swag light I bought and installed.

Anyway, I found my lone, crazy hyacinth when I was cleaning the birds’ water dishes. I wish I’d got around to planting more last fall, but fall is depressing, and I didn’t, so I have just one purple hyacinth that’s nuts enough to be peeking out when it’s freezing cold on February 14th. Welcome, little green dude…I covered you up a little better in case we get an ice storm, and I hope you’ll bloom. I don’t bother about most of the “usual suspects” in flowerbeds, but I do love hyacinths!

I finally got around to making the olive green yarn into a scarf. It’s super-chunky, but also super-soft, so it needed to be an infinity scarf. I just double crocheted it with a size…I forget…maybe 15mm hook. Took three tries to get it started the way I wanted it, but it didn’t take long to finish, and it used both skeins nicely with maybe 24″ left over. The colour is a little brighter than the picture looks, but it’s nice.

Private Reserve steaks. 60 bucks each…they have a serial number, FFS!

Best way to cook…with a near-empty glass and an as-yet-unopened bottle.

Dinner is served!

My co-chef.

I had to pot two milkweed in each, and “ten” was not the way I’d describe the wild tangle of light pink bee balm roots, but they’re at least in potting soil. Whether it’ll stay cool enough in here or not, or whether they’ll just rot, I don’t know, but it’s worth a shot!