A Weekend of Shawling

 
This weekend was devoted to my Lonely Tree Shawl.

The end was so near, I could almost touch it.
But I paced myself.

I went to the library.
I did some gentle weeding and rabbit-proofing of the herb garden.
I pondered potential fabric / pattern matches in the sewing stash.
I bought and cooked food.
But again and again I came back to my knitting, ekeing out the rows across the hours.

Until suddenly it was done.
With only a tiny scrap of yarn leftover!
It’s blocking now.
Back to my sock!