It's almost St. Patrick's Day. Where have the weeks gone? I'm sure it was February 3rd just yesterday, wasn't it?

It's been unseasonably warm for two days. Mud, mud, and more mud. When you drop a skein of yarn in your front yard grass and it comes up muddy, that's pretty bad! (And it was a nice skein of Opal sock yarn, too...I brushed it off and figure I'll knit as is and then wash it, rather than unwinding and rewinding it for a thorough washing now.)

It must be spring fever: The ewes are butting heads (silly things), the male dogs are posturing and grumbling at each other (without Craig, they need to establish a new pack leader), and I am itching to both knit and spin and am thoroughly frustrated that I can't do both, constantly, immediately, and simultaneously! This is when it gets dangerous and I lay aside UFOs in order to start something new! and exciting!, and yet another something new! and exciting! and before I know it I have three pairs of socks with 1 and 1/2 sock finished plus whatever else piques my fancy. I'm trying to be self-disciplined.

The other danger when I get into these frustrated spells is the dreaded Stash Proliferation. Because I'm using such and such a yarn or roving for this or that project, I rationalize buying something new for the next project. At least I've resisted this part of Spring Fever thus far.