Yellow

I love yellow, and I'm thinking there isn't enough of it in my life. I need to go out and buy the Lemon Meringue Pie sampler that I've seen while making my blog-reading rounds. I couldn't believe that yellow plums existed, although I think they might be called something else. But that's what they taste like. They have bright yellow flesh.

This is a sweater I'm working on (so far just the back is done). Are you surprised that I don't get any further with my knitting projects than I do with my needlework? The pattern is from Classic Knits for Real Women, and the yarn is Debbie Bliss Cashmerino. The buttons are from Le Bon Marché in Paris, one of the large department stores there, and there are two styles because I couldn't decide. You can't beat Paris for buttons--they're everywhere. Le Bon Marché has a wonderful sewing department--what we used to call a "notions department" when our department stores had them--with plenty of sewing notions and in particular, yarn, patterns, counted cross stitch kits, buttons, trims and flourishes. It's a shame that the notion of "notions" faded away from U.S. department stores, but I think it's another indication of the decline in this country of handwork of all kinds. Blame television. Or work-obsession.

These are some yellow tomatoes that we're growing in our garden. They're pretty in a salad, but don't taste like much. Even the bugs leave them alone.

The big yellow cat is Buckaroo, all 35 pounds of him.