These days I desire more time to knit, to actually squeeze knitting somewhere into the minutes of my day, unambiguously between this and that. Yet, irregardless of how much I want it or try to make it happen, some days it just does not happen.
However, today turned out with the grateful allowance of a few rows of knitting on my
Ellen Cardigan while Charlotte was at her piano lesson.
I sat upon this lake's bank on a left behind beach towel stored in the the back of my car and gleaned what was to me a feast of calm and knitting, with a bit of refreshment from a wee bottle of ginger kombucha on the side.
Serenity.
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
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