Sunday, 3 April 2011

Strange happenings

Friday, after a goodly portion of my chores were done, my new boss (me) let herself go outside for a bit of fresh air and some sun.  There were strange sounds emanating from the roof line, a strange tinkling sound against metal.  Yes, indeed, it is finally melting and sunny.
It has a ways to go, though.  I expect this is going to take a while. 

This is how it is on the prairies in the spring.   Everything comes, but slowly and on no ones time but the suns and mother earth.  

Everything waits on her whims.  Everything.  The buds on the trees.  The deer. The clouds. And me.  

I struggled not to start new things, to wait with patience till the big blanket was done but I failed and the knitting gods bit me back.  I did not conquer the mobius on the Leafy sweater, so I began something different.  It wasn't working out, so I ripped that back too.  I started yet another thing.  And changed my mind.  And then decided to keep knitting anyway and just let something happen.  

Strangely, this seems to be working.  Perhaps this has more to do that the knitting gods are watching the progress on the blanket and see that I am diligently working on it and are gifting me with just a hint of new knitting. 

As I knit these things and the shawls, I am thinking and feel just like the buds anxiously wanting to burst out of their winter confines.  I am about ready to burst forth with new knitting.  I am eager and those trickles outside just make it harder to sit still.

It isn't going to be easy with the trickles of spring outside the windows.

1 comment:

Brenda said...

Wowsie, Dowsie! that's one heck of a lot of snow.