In the snow, we go. It’s winter. Time to scrape, shovel, lift, throw. Take a breather, look at the sky overhead as a red-tailed hawk soars by. Companionship on four legs goes by, plowing up the chest-high snow. A snowman is patted into shape.
Then there is time to take a break and play. Later, knitting adds up on most winter evenings. Steeped in words, wool yarn, time. With patience, a wish becomes the thing realized. Two stitches, knit and purl make three-dimensional constructs. It’s fascinating to see patterns emerge. Some yarn is proven by how the finished sweater wears over time. Others will not make the cut. All goes into a notebook.
Keep your eye on the ball. Focus. Wait. Oh, it is good. This yarn makes the grade and has beautiful stitch definition for an intricate cabled pattern.
