Like riding a bike...

The forsythia is in bloom and the rose cones have been removed from the garden. The neighborhood cats are starting to frequent the large waterlily pond, hoping for frogs. I get nostalgic for things old and familiar this time of year and thankfully, I've been able to revisit an old craft I gave up years ago.

Thanks to repetitive strain injury -- aka carpal tunnel syndrome -- I no longer knit. Even though I had surgery for the right hand almost four years ago, I was warned it's possible to re injure yourself so I stopped. But I saw a knock-out of a necklace a few weeks ago and I tried wire crochet. Went surprising quickly and it was fun to do. Here is one of the first ones I've made so far.