peas and carrots

'Me and Bubba is like peas and carrots' - do you recognize this line?  It's from Forrest Gump, one of my all-time favorite films.  I like to think that me and my knitting are like that, peas and carrots.  

I've been knitting like a maniac, completely avoiding the garden.  The russian kale awaits, the purple cabbages.  If the peppers don't get established this weekend, well, who knows?  I've lost my garden mojo.  I wish to reclaim it, but have no idea where it went.

A small sleeve - the beginning of an Inky Dinky cardigan - so hard to put this kind of magic away.  I can hear the tractor puttering around outside the window.  Scott is still cleaning up branches and debris from this -

I fear that we will have to take some of the ancient trees down before the next storm catapults them through the roof.  I worry about this stuff.  I worry about my animals being alone in the house during a severe storm and having a tree impale the roof - injuring and/or freeing my street-unwise beasts!  Scott says that I worry too much.  Look at this face and tell me what you think -

How could I ever forgive myself if anything happened to this guy?  I adore him.  I love him so much that I don't even flinch when he runs through my hosta bed.

Now THAT'S true love!