When it comes to planting bulbs for the spring I tend to procrastinate and grumble. Last fall, though, with Dale’s help, I planted over 100 bulbs in our front yard.
I had no idea back then how much joy these would bring me.
Have a healthy weekend, friends!
I have no intention of making light of our very dire worldwide pandemic. At the same time, though, I could use a laugh and I’m betting you could, too. So, with all due respect to the seriousness of this, I present, 3 memes that help to . . . lighten the mood.
And that’s it for this Thursday. I hope I made you smile for a moment.
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I finished my first Coins Cowl recently and now that it’s blocked I can share photos of it with you.
The pattern comes from Kaffe Fassett and is available from the Mason Dixon Field Guide No. 13.
It is, as declared in the book, a choose-your-own-adventure sort of pattern and that’s generally something that makes me . . . nervous when it comes to my knitting. As in, my go-to is a pattern that spells it all out.
I let that go this time, though, and chose colors willy nilly. I’m really happy with the result.
And I know I’ll be making more of these. I have colors of the Rowan Felted Tweed I didn’t use in this one plus each row only uses a bit of yarn so . . . yeah . . . this could be my new potato chip knitting pattern.
This one, though, is for me!
I don’t want this blog to be all-corona-all-the-time but also, it’s sort of in my thoughts all-the-time and since my blog is mostly about my thoughts, well, here we are. So. Here are some things I am learning about myself and my routine now that I’m home a lot.
And those are my thoughts today. Tomorrow I have knitting to show you.
Life is weird these days, right? It’s Monday and I’m not at the library. It’s not a holiday, I’m not on vacation and I’m working. At home. It’s funny, I always thought working from home sounded so awesome but now that I have the opportunity it just feels . . . sad. Or maybe it’s juts me that feels sad.
There were bright spots this weekend, though.
Friday Night Snacks on the deck. We weren’t out there for long because literally as soon as we sat down the wind started picking up and it was chilly.
Homemade sourdough bread. And a Zoom session with Sean, Jo-Ann and Kim.
Daily treat deliveries from Sean. We’ve had chocolate tarts and biscotti and brown sugar shortbread and these biscuits arrived early Sunday morning. They were delicious with butter and local honey.
A finished puzzle. This one was a struggle but we persevered and victory was ours Sunday morning.
I’ve been knitting and reading. I am journaling about what these days feel like because I know when this is over (and it will be over some day) I won’t remember all the little details. And I joined the wonderful Zoom knitting group that Mary set up for Sunday afternoon. It did my heart good to see the faces and hear the voices of my dear friends.
Despite all of that good stuff, though, Sunday night I was sad. I miss my kids. I miss Jackie. I miss my friends and coworkers. I miss the routine of daily life as it was. It all backed up on me a bit and I had a good cry and went to bed.
Today I will start fresh. Today I will remember that I’m privileged and have an abundance of things that I’m grateful for. Today I will lean in to my feelings and release them. Today is Monday.
