On some afternoons Charlotte reads to me while I knit, or you might find us gathering together with a china pot of hot tea and I will read to her, Miracles on Maple Hill. In the evenings we sometimes position ourselves as a family in front of the TV to watch the old BBC's production of James Herriot's All Creatures Great and Small. Naturally, I will knit contentedly until I find myself nodding because of a full day. Then I will hurry up to my warm bed and enter the World of Thrush Green until my eyes can barely stay open a minute longer.
A winter day ends.
Lately, I have been knitting the Margaret Dashwood shawl (Jane Austen Knits) in a 50% wool/ 50% alpaca yarn of teal blue with vague streaks of aquamarine caught in the winter's light.
I am rather fascinated by this shawls wrap-around ability.