Back to the subject of going home, over the years I’ve had recurring dreams of the house in which I grew up. I understand in the world of dream interpreters, it’s not about the house at all. It’s really about your youthful body. In one of the dreams my house underwent a total renovation. Yes!
Here’s a question. Outside the home in which my niece and nephew are being raised, the home they will dream about in middle age as various body parts head south, grows this vine. Their mom, my sister, would appreciate an ID. A local master gardener is stymied. The vine is located in New Hampshire:
Contrary to infrequent reporting on this blog, I am participating in knitterly activities. Ravelry has eaten up a fair amount of discretionary time this past week. And this: my mother had good intentions of knitting herself a vest. Finding herself less able to knit, she gifted me with her yarn. I convinced her to give me her pattern as well and I’m almost done with the vest. All the knitting she has done for my family over the years, it’s the least I can do. Here is her vest, the pattern is the Jam Trim Fleece Vest from Knit One Crochet Too, using only one yarn – Artful Yarns’ Broadway.
Life's a Stitch 
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