This has been a test of the emergency porch-cast system.  Had this been a real emergency, I would have brought more yarn.  And more beer.

Those of you who’ve been around a while may recall that last year we hired some nice men to transform our backyard (previously affectionately, if accurately, known as The Pit) into a lovely patio.  Spurred by the unseasonably warm weather, we spent this past Sunday mucking out last fall’s leaves, sticking tiny plants in the ground, putting down unreasonable quantities of mulch (good luck plants, that’s about all the help you’re likely to get around here), and hosing down the patio furniture.

We’ve spent much of the last few days sitting outside enjoying the fruits of our labor.  Our (or at least my) enjoyment is enhanced by the realization that yarn works outside, as do books, glasses of the beverage of my choice, and my laptop.  This is the first porch-cast.  It won’t be the last.  (And yes, I know I’m on the patio, not the porch, but porch-cast sounds good while patio-cast sounds like a thirties comic strip character).