The body of the purple cardigan is done and is in the process of being blocked.
Admittedly it took me a few days after casting off to actually get the sweater on the blocking board and pinned, although I fully planned to do it immediately. Even though the laundry room island is perfect for this, and at the perfect height for me, I was often too tired at the end of a day in the garden to face standing and pinning. The mind was willing but the body was weak.
It should be dry by tomorrow and I think I shall seam it together before starting the sleeves, which is just the way I prefer doing it at the moment, as it seems I always have to shorten sleeves. Technically I should just figure out the actual dimensions I prefer for different styles of sweaters and then calculate the appropriate sleeve length for each shoulder/arm combination. But somehow I am not at that point yet. Close.
In the meantime, I uncovered these three skeins, or partial skeins of yarn while I was unpacking a box. I don't have the labels and have no idea what they are, nor really why I purchased them. Actually, as I wrote this paragraph I realized that one of them, the plied blue wool with white flecks, was used in a cowl I knit for my step-daughter three Christmases ago. That one is Louisa Harding's yarn called Trenzar.
The simplest way to avoid cataloging was to cast on. Since two of the yarns remain a mystery, I am simply naming this mystery scarf. The pattern is half-linen stitch, which is a four-row pattern, and I am alternating the yarns as I knit, one row per yarn on size 10 needles. I think it is turning out rather nicely. I have no real plan except to keep knitting until I run out of one of the yarns.
At the moment I tend to pick up my knitting in the evenings when I am exhausted, and the scarf suits my current needs more than the diamond stitch at the ends of the sleeves. That will change. Either I will take a break from planting, or a rainy day will come along, and I will seam the purple sweater and start the sleeves. But there is no particular rush, and I am happy with this slow flow of life, where each day is filled with the whims of inspiration.