Spring is sprung
the grass is riz
I wonder where
my mitten is? 

As you may recall, back in November my beautiful Anemoi mitten tragically left my pocket on the day of the first snowfall. I was in a field near my house, and by the time I went back later to find it, quite a bit of snow had fallen, burying my poor mitten. As it turned out, this winter was the 2nd snowiest winter on record here in Ottawa. So far, we've received 436.7 cm of snow, which meant I was unable to look for my mitten until it all melted away.

Well finally, spring has arrived (actually, we've kind of just gone straight from winter to summer, but no complaints here)

One day last week, as the snow was melting, I took a little walk over to the field to find my mitten. But this is what I saw

I found a few tennis balls, and a bunch of garbage, but only one mitten.

and it certainly wasn't mine. 

Oh well, hope was not lost, there was still lots of snow under which my mitten could be hiding.

I went back again a few days later. There was much less snow, but still a few patches here and there. I didn't have my camera, but I was able to take this photo with my cell phone

I have since been back one last time. The snow is gone. And so is my mitten.

My mitten's lost
I fear to say.
I'll make another
one some day 

My mother gets credit for the last two lines. Our combined poetic genius astounds me still.

I'm leaving today for another work trip to Mozambique. It's a short one this time – only 11 days. So I've been organizing my knitting projects to take, because I certainly wouldn't want to run out of things to knit. As well, I've been updating my iPod – some new audiobooks and podcasts and music. How did I ever survive travel without my knitting and my iPod?

As well, I still need to write another blog post, as I now have photos of my Seasilk shawl. And I need to finish packing. And I have some work to do. I have 5 hours before I leave. Plenty of time.