Matthew came over for dinner and because of an unexpected number of the right sort of cucumbers at the St. Joseph farmers market I thought making pickles would be a good idea.
Here is Matthew; he's a sweet heart.
Here is Flopper hovering upside down over my five gallon crock.
And here are the pickles floating happily in their brine.
Tomorrow I will make two loaves a challah (the sourr dough sponge is on the counter) and frog the last week's worth of sweater because I managed to miscount stitches. So back to the point where I attach the sleeeves I think it will be a while before I knit anymore sweaters.