I made this one special for Dorothy,because she bought nettles. With money!
I didn’t realize people would do this.
Seattle-area knitters,if you would like to sample the delightful delicacy,hair rinse,and/or allergy cure which is the stinging nettle (Urtica dioica),drop me a note. I will totally trade you for yarn.
I guess I could even mail some to out-of-state knitters. Even though the idea of paying good money to mail stinging nettles to someone I actually like just blows my mind.
Nettles are a pest out here,like dandelions. I could probably pick like a pound of them without ever leaving either the lawn or the bare,packed dirt of the drive. (I would deliver unto you only the tops,for I understand this is how it is done. As opposed to how they usually end up after my ministrations,which is to say a two-foot stalk dug up with a big clump of dirt at the roots,stacked on the burn pile.)
Nettles here;nettles there;nettles everywhere! They even pop up in the yard,which is an argument in favor of never going barefoot if I ever heard one.
I hate them with such a fiery passion that it spills over to non-combatants like this weed. I don’t know what it is,can’t find it in the weed book. It’s probably harmless,but the thing is,it looks sting-y. So I hate it,too.
In Very Small Strawberry news,that new leaf is really taking off! Here,the Very Small Strawberry poses with the orange kidsox for the Dulaan Project:
This morning I looked out and saw –hey! A flower bud!
You know what that means? I WILL HAVE A STRAWBERRY! I’ve never lived anywhere I could have outside plants,so I find this exciting. Disregard that you can just buy strawberries at the grocery store.