Mr. Cheesecake needs no introduction, really, so I'll dispense with his fanfare and say only that he's cheesecake: cheesecake with a hefty slug of Bailey's and with a Nutella slathered over the top to hide the cracks caused by too much surface area and too much baking. He gave his life to feed hungry knitters, but no one seemed inclined to eat his boutonniere, which mom swears up and down really was edible.
Below, we have a variety of pictures of knitters being photogenic. I am absent from all of them because--obviously--I was the one taking the pictures. One of the others was also absent from the pictures even though I made every effort to include the top of of her head in at least one picture because she insisted on ducking below the lens every time I tried to take her picture. You know who you are, so I won't name names. *AHEM!* I'll just have to try harder at the next meeting.
Otherwise here are pictures of the Pocket Meadow Farm Posse: K, daughter of the knitter who tried (and succeeded) to dodge the camera; Mom and J discussed something related to farming, with things woolly thrown in as well; Ellen, Mom, and J pretending not to mind they're being photographed. Next is M (not mother of K.. that's the other M) casting on something complicated by means of an equally complicated method of casting on; Mom, Ellen, and J (who is partly out of the shot yet again) survey the remains of Mr. Cheesecake and the success of J's llama/wool ruffled scarf.