The morning glory vine winding its way around the volunteer maple tree we having growing on our balcony.
The little girl who drips popsicle juice everywhere and talks to bugs on the balcony.
The speckles on an egg. Mom gives me eggs from her chickens and the only thing I like better than free eggs fresh off the farm is when I get really pretty free eggs fresh off the farm.
This summer shawl for myself that I'm just kind of throwing out there with a super modified pattern and some yarn I got as a birthday present in 2013(?). This is coming together nicely.
As always, granny squares.