Still Smitten

That leaf is just ridiculously fetching somehow.  It’s all of 50 stitches (if that), yet it totally thrills me.  Apparently I am easily entertained.  I’m not sure this speaks well of my ability to count as a fully functional adult with good taste and reasonably good sense, but I’m also not sure I care.

Now if only it would warm up to the point where those mitts could actually be worn outside…right now heavier armaments are called for.