Daisy Time

Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
Singing summer's praises,
Up the field and down the field
A-dancing with the daisies.

from  "Daisy Time," by Marjorie Pickthall

Don't you love daisies? Bonnie took a break from smelling and sniffing, long enough for me to take this picture, a couple of weeks ago. (Bonnie, who is now shedding constantly; I am brushing her several times a day in an unsuccessful effort to keep up.)

A happy note: my prayer shawl is no longer in time out. It turns out that I had made a classic new-knitter mistake: I stopped knitting in the middle of a row, and when I picked it up again, I knit in the wrong direction. Oops. Happily, I didn't have much at all to rip out, and now we are making forward progress again.