I knit on my nice sweater in the evenings. I am trying to work on my socks at lunches. When I get the chance to take lunch that is. It is almost the season where I can go sit in my car without having it running and it stays warm enough to knit. On a sunny day it already is many days.
What I am really waiting for is the sunny warm weekend days where its nice enough to sit and knit outside in spring. The snow pile is almost gone from my deck and I should, I hope, be able to keep the light layers of spring snowfalls shovelled. And then, the sunny days are mine.
I am already dreaming of pretty red and white flowers and fronds of green grasses and thinking about how I can make it more of a retreat, with just the smallest bit more privacy. And perhaps a wee corner where shade is created for the heat of high summer.
I don't have a garden really and if I am not the person cutting my lawn, I will leave it plain to make his job lighter. But I dream of fancying up my deck.
Like knitting dreams only sunnier instead of woollier.