Sunday, March 11, 2007

Happy spring!

The evil plum trees have put on their alluring frills. I have a love/hate relationship with them stemming from childhood. For those of you not familiar with these, they are ornamental plum trees that most of the year are covered with nice red leaves. In the spring they bloom with pretty pink flowers. But those blossoms are merely a ruse for they turn into nasty tasting plums that drop and sprout into trees. A number of them are in my lawn, rooted there so firmly it will take a rototiller to rip them out. I have found that if I don't fertilize the lawn and am careful with pruning I keep the plum production down to a dozen a year. If it weren't for the expense of going through a city permit system to cut them down then replace them with other trees, I would have taken them out years ago. But we have come to a truce. They don't bear plums; I let them live.

Why this animosity toward a tree? If you have lived with a tree that bore fruit, edible or non-edible, you would understand. But for those of you who have not I highly recommend that unless you train them on a trellis you not get one at all. Fruit trees attract bugs and birds and leave an awful mess that attract even more bugs like yellow jackets and hornets. Where I grew up, my grandmother gave my mom and dad an ornamental plum tree that under my mom's TLC became a giant 30 footer. All of us kids had the job of cleaning up the plums that fell during the summer off the patio and driveway so that they wouldn't sprout in the yard. By the time it was my turn, the production was increasing to the point of a deluge. It was one year that we had a bumper crop of plums (Mom had had the tree pruned the previous year) that I lodged a protest to management. I would clear off the patio and wash the juice down, then work on the driveway. By the time the driveway was done, the patio looked like it hadn't been touched. I was never so happy as the day I watched that tree be taken out of the back yard.

Some day I'll be rid of those damn trees.

Knitting

The Sirdal is complete!

I'll have to rework the bottom hem because it keeps curling up. That's an easy fix compared to reknitting a section. A little judicious gathering while retacking the edge will undo that curl. Of course it's over 60 degrees F today. Barf.

Another one done for the Knitting from Stash pile!

11 comments:

JoVE said...

That sweater looks gorgeous. You win the prize for the most productive convalescence that still meant that you rested enough :-)

Dana said...

Fabulous. Can I knit like that when I grow up?

Bex said...

I cant see it...??

knit twits said...

After hearing so much about this I just had to see it.
And Wow! It is gorgeous. I can definitely see that a lot of time went into that.

Jeri said...

Duffy! That is the most gorgeous color! The knitting is fantastic, and I can't wait to see you model it in your glory.A truly Fantastic use of get-well time! And it will be cold again....

Bets said...

Beautiful knitting, love the blue, congratulations!

Sharon Rose said...

Absoutely stunning. You've impressed me again! I wil have that blue roving all spun by tonight. Did you want it back?

BigAlice said...

Congratulations on the sweater, it looks great!

I feel your pain about the plums.
My parents had a flowering crabapple in the backyard when I was growing up. I HATED cleaning up nasty icky decayed smelly crabapples in the summer, which of course was the job delegated to the kids. The tree looked absolutely gorgeous in Spring, but UGH. At least they didn't seed themselves.

addictedknitter said...

Your sweater looks great!!! One of these days I really will have to learn how to do Fair Isle.

Carrie K said...

Oh, gorgeous!

Bad weather for not cooperating with the FO's!

Cheryl said...

The sweater is beautiful; you did a great job knitting it. I envy you the spring weather. We still have quite a bit of winter to go, up here in Alaska. I guess I just need to look at it as more time to knit.

Don't be too quick to condemn your trees. At least you can grow fruit there.