Flowers and crochet and all good things.

I went to the nursery today to stock up on a few plants. And now I have a lot of planting to do. The weekend has brought with it the kind of sunshine it usually reserves for the midweek and the boys have been running like drunken bees (we are perhaps, not the most co-ordinated of families but maybe it is an age thing and there is still an All Black just waiting to be discovered).

So I am thinking and doing gardeny things but my mind is kind of having an affair with something else because all I can think about it tonight and that basket of wool waiting for me. So much so that even the flowers are starting to look a little crocheted. Anybody else ever seem to have that problem?