When the calla lilies are in bloom

(Didn't Katherine Hepburn have that line in a movie?)

What a weekend! My sister and I spent a little too much time with the Summer People on Saturday and Sunday, and she was a better sport about it than I was. We snuck on to a beach at dusk on Saturday (well, actually, anybody can, after sunset), but the rest of her visit was spent out in the world among the cars and the shoppers and the insanity. We ate all our meals out (how decadent and Hamptony is that?), and went shopping and visiting, just like everybody else. It was so much fun she wants to do it again at the end of the month!

My sis helped me choose the fabric for my KSKS sock bag. Now all I have to do is sew it up. And choose yarn, and a sock pattern, and stuff like that. At least I made a start!

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I finished the Lagoon scarf last night, but it needs a little bath before it makes its debut. I was dying to cast on something new, even though my Pile of Knitting keeps growing. I'm bored with all the other socks that I'm making, so I started the Calla Lily socks from the Petals Collection. Mine are pooling, but in an interesting stripey sort of way, so I think I'll let them. The others that I've seen make more regular stripes, sort of like STR. I love this yarn (it feels a bit like Fleece Artist or Cherry Tree Hill). Love it. It's incredibly soft and the colors, of course, are beyond beautiful. Sundara has an incredible sense of color, and a real dyer's hand.You can tell this is amazing yarn, even in a photo taken on this dreary afternoon.

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Our village held its annual Fourth of July parade yesterday, just as did communities all over America. I took a lot of pictures, hoping to capture some of what makes this small town so special -- the many groups of volunteer firefighters and EMT's, the little bands of Revolutionary War reenactors, the Scouts, the bagpipers, the marching bands, the Lodges and Veteran's groups -- but what I was really waiting for came near the end of the two-hour parade.

It took a court order, but the Unitarian and Quaker churches, and all the people who were brave enough to join them, marched for Peace.

None of the other pictures I took said anything important, after all.