It’s all about the long game here at Newbraes just now. I love those craft blogs that just keep popping up with new ideas and a new project (complete with easy to follow tutorial, of course) seemingly every day. In one blog I follow, last weekend the author had tiled her bathroom, made a small hand quilted quilt, finished off a machine one, knitted a lot of a gorgeous (technically challenging) red jumper, and baked. She was lamenting the fact that she hadn’t got a chance to spin some fleece. I was wondering what parallel universe she lives in were weekends last a month. A quiet, child-free month!
Alas my blog has been quiet and still, even if my hands have not. I am aiming for two little horseshoe shapes on my knitted blanket per day, which is just eight rows. Long rows, mind. 151 stitches. I sometimes manage a bit more. And baby Rowan’s quilt is creeping along, made more portable by using a small hoop instead of the great big one. The wee one pops off more often though which causes much frustration and one or two expletives. But I fear ‘knitted 9 rows today,’ or, ‘running stitch plods on’ are not particularly interesting blog subjects!
Also moving onwards is our beech hedge. The preparation work, done last weekend by heroic effort from Oli and friend Thomas, came not a moment too soon as the baby trees (whips) arrived on Monday, a full 12 days earlier than expected:
A few helpful souls have been rallied and today Oli and his dad set about planting 100 trees (one every 3 minutes, it worked out as) in the piercing spring sunshine.
I planted two, in the manner of the Queen planting trees: just putting it into a pre-dug hole and pushing the earth and compost mixture on top. (I wanted to say I’d done some! My duties were childcare and nourishment)
It is funny to think of these tiny trees and what planting them says about us and our intentions here in this beautiful windy spot. Settling in, looking many years down the line: well, as much as one can do. It feels rather good.