Today was good for both.

First, the body. As in, the body of my sweater. What you see here is complete right up to the armholes. Woohoo!

This means that this piece gets put aside now for a little bit while I do the sleeves, bringing them up to the same point, at which time, everything gets joined together.

That’s when I’ll be starting the neckline, too. I’ve mentioned that I adjusted the pattern to make the neckline on mine higher than the original. Not too high–I like that scoop neck–but still, an inch or two higher is not a bad thing, right? It makes the next row a "big" one . . . the start of the neckline, the joining of the sleeves . . . lots of stuff going on . . . You know, right after I knit the sleeves.

As to the soul…

The historic farm up the road had a festival today. The weather couldn’t have been nicer, so Mom, Chappy, and I walked up there to see what was going on. Which, once we made it past all the cars parked on our street, was quite a bit. A tent with festival foods like hot dogs, funnel cake, corn on the cob, to begin with. (Chappy particularly liked that.) Pony rides. (Chappy wasn’t interested.) A little petting zoo with ponies, a small cow, and a sheep. (Chappy was intrigued to see for himself where wool comes from.) Tractor rides. (Chappy kept his distance.) Face painting. (Chappy really kept his distance.)

There were some vintage cars out for a day in the sun. There were even "celebrity" vintage cars . . . as in the "General Lee" from Dukes of Hazzard, along with Sherriff Roscoe P. Coltrane’s police car. (Ooh, be still my heart.) They were being guarded by a police officer on horseback. (Chappy gave the horse a wide berth, too.) Hay rides. A corn maze . . . All in all, it was quite a day for our little farm.

And yes, this is the same farm I showed pictures of earlier this month. Or at least, it used to be. The whole parcel of land used to belong to the Knuth family, and before that, the Ayres family, going back generations. The end of the property, where all the buildings are, is registered as a national historic place. Parts of the rest of the property, though, now belong to the town. Some of it has been converted to soccer fields, and some of it is actually farmed by the people who grow our favorite summer corn. Different entities, same "farm." And all within handy walking distance.

The farm’s foundation recently restored the main house, and this was the first time I’d gotten a good look at it. What a difference from the way it used to look! And the size of the property around the house was impressive, too. A huge chicken coop (now filled with green, growing, leafy things), a smoke house, a barn, a tenant’s house, a privy . . . um, well, this IS a historical landmark, after all . . .

They had posters of pictures of the town from years ago. Including an aerial view of the center of town in 1942. (Funny, you can’t see the Starbucks . . . )

Oh, and I got some wonderful pictures of something else which I’m going to save for Eye Candy Friday. Such awesome pictures, if I do say so myself. The only thing I’ll say? Her name is Betsy.

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