Is this gorgeous? I love this Madelinetosh Chunky in Ink.
Sitting here in the side yard, I'm amazed that today is a sunny day with no gruff engines of any kind, no chipping, no blowing, no whining of saws. In photos of our yard, it looks like we are in a little bubble. But it's definitely a tiny bubble in the city. Right outside our little garden is a fairly bustling neighborhood. At the end of the block, a city bus passes or stops every 10 minutes. The transit stops sit at the foot of a big hill with beautiful, open drinking water reservoirs that mark the entrance to a huge public park. People pass our house all day long to get there. Across the street, there's a preschool. With shrieking.
Today, but for the crows it was quiet. Unexpected and amazing.
The soundlessness--and the facts of my knitting--made me feel like I had traveled in time just a little. Because I had the shawl start above.
And then I got to live all those moments again. I knit the same thing, in the same yarn, in the same quietish moments.
Then caught up with myself, caught traction and moved forward. And the shawl is bigger.