Spring Fever

It's official. I have spring fever.

Yesterday, I sat on Sarah's front porch and started knitting a hedgehog. In bare feet and no sweater (me, not the hedgie). It was not only exactly what I needed yesterday, but what I need for the next several days.

And, to make it all worse, I re-potted my desk buddies at work today. My cube smells like fresh, wet dirt. I don't even like to garden, but it makes me want go roll around in some dirt.