by Andrea on 2 May, 2014

Our spring here in Connecticut has been mud-luscious lately, not unlike e.e. cummings’ spring in his poem [in Just-]. My response to most things is to knit, and today was no different. With the sun out for the first time in days, I went stash diving in my yarn bins and found this…


…then began this…


…my puddle-wonderful socks. Happy Spring!

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