The past two days I have been able to work with the crochet wind at my back.

Colors revealed themselves with little hesitation, I made few mistakes that required frogging, and those mistakes that I did make, I caught early, so any frogging I had to do was relatively painless, and the recrocheting done, seemingly instantaneously.

The weather forecast for both today and yesterday was potentially very rainy with lots of wind, so I readied myself to ride out the storm with a cup of coffee and a bent-tipped yarn needle.

The granny rectangle had grown large enough that weaving in the ends of the center was only going to get more and more awkward, so while I don’t like to weave in ends immediately (in case I change my mind about a color or see an error I want to frog), I needed to get at least some of them done.

Two cups of coffee later, this is how the back of the granny rectangle looked:

So this morning, when after a brief downpour only the wind of the wind and rain that had been forecast arrived, it brought with it the perfect light to crochet by, and I finished not only the 26th round:

I also finished the twenty-seventh and twenty-eight rounds:

under these lovely gray skies:

With several late afternoon errands to run and just a bit of daylight left, when time allowed, I crocheted as fast as I could in an effort to finish “one more round,” and I almost did:

I did not expect to enjoy this purple-free, red-less, bereft of pink, orange, and yellow yarn project as much as I have, but it does have a character all it’s own that is vibrant and alive, and I can hardly wait to see how it turns out!