I remember a place, a town, a house like a lot of other houses, a yard like a lot of other yards . . .*

One thing I’ve really missed during the past few weeks has been being outside and taking pictures. On Saturday morning, I settled in on my back steps and snapped some pictures.

Saturday sky:

Samantha worked very hard on excavating her hole:

Kishka was just trying to catch some rays, but Sam kept backing into her:

And throwing dirt on her:

I brushed Kishka and the breeze scattered her fur across the yard:

I haven’t been able to do any yard work this year. The weeds around the power pole are getting out of control:

My clothesline is just waiting to be used:

My gardening tools are also waiting for me:

I’ve watched more TV in the past month than I ever have in my life. I’ve rediscovered one of my all time favorite shows: The Wonder Years. I was a huge fan of the show during its original run, but had never seen it in syndication. Until now.

The ION network is showing it twice a day, five days a week and I’m Tivo’ing every episode. I was hesitant to watch the show again. I feared it might not live up to my lofty memories. I was wrong. I love the show even more as an adult. As much as I also love MASH and Little House (my two other all time favorite shows), they ended with not-so-great finales. The Wonder Years’ finale was every bit as good as the rest of the series.

My recovery is taking longer than I would like (but I’m healing at the rate that is to be expected), but I am so happy and grateful that I can knit again. I’m making progress on socks.

The Pastel Rainbow Socks are moving slowly, but there is a tiny bit of progress:

I’m still unsure about the Pink Clouds socks. I think the yarn may pool, but I’m hopeful it will keep striping:

The Tropical Monkey socks now have heel flaps:

Finally, what’s a post without puppy paws:

And portraits of my girls:

* quote is from the final voice over of The Wonder Years series finale:

“Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you’re in diapers, the next day you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house like a lot of other houses, a yard like a lot of other yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back, with wonder.”