With Verdure Clad...

... the trees appear,
delightful to the ravish'd sense...*

As you'll have already realised, I'm a huge fan of the Clingendael Estate in the eastern part of Den Haag. So east that it's technically in Waasenaar. And I say ‘Clingendael Estate' but really there are several parks and estates incorporated into my generalised description: 

† Landgoed Clingendael (‘landgoed' meaning ‘estate' in Dutch);

‡ Landgoed Oosterbeek; 

the § Japanse Tuin (photo from May last year); 

and the ‖ Oud-Hollandse Tuin. 

I do have to admit here that I occasionally include a completely different park that's perhaps a mile closer to the centre of The Hague on the walk to Clingendael, called ¶ Landgoed Oostduin en Arendsdorp.

Worthy of inclusion, in my humble opinion!

Wikipedia tells me that ‘Clingendael' means ‘valley in the dunes', so I'm guessing ‘dael' is the Dutch equivalent of the English ‘dale', or the Scots ‘strath'. Just, yannow, a much less undulating version than the ones we know and love in the UK! ;) 

I was a good few weeks too early for the azaleas and rhododendrons to be doing their colourful path-enhancing fiesta when I was over, but Spring already had her green on, and was in the process of happily (at least for me) festooning the parks with her verdant bunting.

I love this time of year so much. (Oh, okay, I know you know I love all seasons except for Summer, but indulge me a moment or two...) You can still see the beautiful framework of the trees against the sky (something I find hauntingly alluring) but now smudged a little with the colours of new growth and Spring.

Tender, half-formed leaflets slowly opening to cloak black boughs in colour,

and bright, fresh greens softening the harsher greys of stone.

Likewise, a hint of rose-gold to draw together early blossom and the beautiful red bricks of an old Tea-House into a homogeneous whole.

It's true I get a little sad once Spring has completely clad her arboreal minions in green, meaning I lose sight of the esoteric structures I so love. I know, I know - it sounds somewhat topsy-turvy, as surely the bare branches are easier to comprehend without the all-encompassing shroud of Summer green? I have yet to come to a discernible conclusion, but for me, partly anyway, it may be because I think that if there is no mask of camouflage to hide behind, the inner, truer being must surely be given a chance to be recognised for its own beauty, not just as a simple framework waiting for something else more wonderful, or indeed, more disagreeable, to cover it, but truly just for its complicated self. And that's perhaps a thought to pursue another day...

* Lyrics shamelessly stolen and slightly amended from the work of Gottfried van Swieten.
† g pronounced like the ch in the Scottish ‘loch'. This is pronounced ‘Landt-choodt Kling-en-dahl.
‡ g pronounced like the ch in the Scottish ‘loch'. This is pronounced ‘Landt-choodt Oaster-bake, and means ‘Estate of the East Stream'.
§ pronounced ‘Yapansuh Town' and means ‘Japanese Garden'.
‖ ‘ou' in this case is also pronounced like the ‘ow' in ‘town'. This is pronounced ‘Owdt Hollandsuh Town' and means ‘Old Dutch Garden'.
¶ pronounced ‘Oast-Down' and ‘Arendsdorp' pretty much as written, and means ‘Estate of the East Dunes,
and the Village of Arend'.

Going Back To My Routes

Ah Sorghvliet. The perfect oasis of arboreal peace and tranquillity amidst the hub-bub of city life!

And bluebells. 

And there was I, worried that I might not see any Sorghvliet bluebells this year, but Fate kindly stepped in and decreed otherwise. 

Mind you, after all the tree conservation and tending over the Winter, my favourite shady bluebell path was slightly denuded of the long and elegant branches that used to sweep majestically over the flowers.

Boo-hiss. 

I know, I know. It's for the health of the trees, and like all bad haircuts, it'll eventually grow back. But still... :: pouts ::

But Mama Nature was just getting on with things, despite my sentimental predilection for how things used to be.

I'll let her off.

This time.

I was perhaps a couple of weeks early for the full show, it must be said, but a dreich April day didn't detract from the beauty of blue and fresh green, nor from the promise of more to come.

Or, indeed, the beauty of white, blue, and fresh green (one of my favourite combinations),

lilac, blue, and fresh green,

or, indeed, black and ivy green!

And, yes, the sun came out the next day and I do confess to going back for a sunlit shot, or two...

I mean, how could I not?!

The Selfie Of Narcissus

Or: Machaut for the 21st century!*

Sometimes a walk can make your eyes open up to all the different things Nature has to offer, and sometimes your eyes gets constantly snagged on one thing. Such was the case on a walk up to Blebo. Beautiful day, Spring getting her glad rags on, and all I could see were daffodils! 

I do have to point out, though, it's not like there weren't plenty to see!

Plenty of beautiful varieties, too!

I might even learn their names for next year's post. Because you know there will be one, don't you?!!

*(The Mirror of Narcissus is a compendium of songs written by a medieval poet and composer called Guillaume de Machaut in the early fourteenth century. Written in the courtly style it truly was a reflection (sorrynotsorry) of the lover as artist/artist as lover ideal so prevalent in the European courts of the time. Narcissus is also the name given to a genus of spring bulbs flowers that include the daffodil... But you knew that already!)

On The Good Ship Woolly Sock

My goodness, but it's been a while! But in my defence I hadn't been near any sticks and string for a while, too... Yup, as defences go, that's quite the lamest you'll hear for a while, but maybe this will appease the yarn gods for a wee bit... 

My first published pattern in a couple of years, may I present:

Shirley Temple Socks

shirley temple socks by yours truly in angels and elephants 
hand-dyed knitting wool - sock/4-ply in ‘pentillie'

The blurb:

A Shirley Temple cocktail is in fact a mocktail of ginger ale, a splash of grenadine, and topped off with a maraschino cherry garnish, said to have been invented to serve to the child actress at Hollywood events...
The Shirley Temple sock pattern itself is another in my theme of alcoholic drinks, but in a happy twist of fate, it also manages to blend neatly into my other theme of costumes through the ages... Bubbles from the ginger ale, plus a nod to the curls for which Shirley Temple was known!

Yes! Socks! In three different sizes, so less!!

shirley temple socks by yours truly in namolio pure wool in ‘oranges'

I'll be honest - these cuties began their journey back in 2013 when I first put scribbled curls to paper, but were put on the back burner when I discovered I didn't hate shawls nearly as much as I used to. :: a gazillion shawls later :: Not nearly as much! 

Looking back, I originally envisioned these as cabled socks with no eyelets in sight (sorrynotsorry) but my naive cable brain couldn't quite get a good swirl going that didn't appear more like the end result of drunken yarn brawl instead of the innocent non-alcoholic little girl curl that I was aiming for.

Eyelets it was. And yes, it was easy enough to make the pattern in eyelets, but it took a while to get the decreases just-so, again just to steer away from the yarn brawl. I got there in the end, but wasn't content just to leave it *there*, I decided that this sock needed to be a mirror pattern! I think my brain was trying to make up for the fact that it had been beaten temporarily knocked-back by the dastardly cables...

So what do we have, then? 

A sock worked from the toe-up, incorporating cute little faux eyelet cable ginger-ale bubbles that fizz up the sides of the socks, an excellent new (for me) heel called the Fish Lips Kiss Heel, and scrolling curls that swirl all the way up from toe to cuff.

A simple cast-on, like the Turkish cast-on can be used, and only after a few rounds the first curl will twirl its way into sight. (Ed. Please note that I will always be the first to admit that eyelets and I are not the best of friends. We get along ok these days, but won't be on calling-in-the-middle-of-the-night-to-bewail-the-state-of-the-world terms for a long while yet...)

The 5-stitch bubble edge pattern is also begun in the toe section, and pretty much everything is set-up and ready to go by the beginning of the foot pattern.

The Fish Lips Kiss Heel by Sox Therapist (Ravelry links) is a revelation to me. I won't give too much away, but I've never made such a well-fitting sock before. Like I say on the pattern, I have no affiliation to the designer, but boy, I'm going to be happy I discovered this gem for a very long time! You do have to pay $1 for the heel pattern, but let my voice add to the many others who think it's a real find, and say that it'll be the best sock-related $1 you'll ever spend!

See: that heel is just poetry in yarn!

Where you finish the pattern before the heel will determine where the curls start at the back. I wanted the curl there to appear like the first one in the toe (whether it spins clockwise, or anticlockwise is also determined by where you finished before the heel, and which foot you're working on) without the connection section. It's basically the same round as you'd work on the front, but without the extra yo and decrease to the side that joins one curl up with the next one.

(Note that for my Namolio version I actually used an afterthought/peasant heel, as I didn't want to disturb the colour journey up the sock!)

Once you're ready to start the cuff, there's a small transition section, then it's a simple matter to complete. I bound-off with another new-to-me bind-off: Jeny's Surprisingly Stretchy Cast-Off (this links to a YouTube video, but there seems to be quite a lot of variants to be found online) and was very pleased with the results!

So, there you have it - my tribute to a Hollywood star, and the drink named after her! And you too can make your very own tribute by clicking right HERE and you'll be whisked off to the Ravelry pattern page, complete with its own linky-loos!

Or, you can click right here on this little button to go straight to the paypal page, because who wants to waste time clicking over to Rav, when you can have this pattern RIGHT NAO!!!

And for only €3!! (Plus VAT, natch!)

Go on, you know you want to! :D