Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Spiraling Dance of the Seasons
We are gearing up to go to Hot Springs for the Arkansas Fiber Extravaganza. I have been saving my money for that. I have been really good to resist the impulsive buying of stuff online. I have a bad habit of seeing something and getting it right then. I am waiting until I can support the vendors at the show.
I heard a wonderful phrase yesterday that stuck in my mind-coupe de coeur. It means something you fall in love with immediately-not necessarily an impulse, but close. You just know it is the right thing immediately.
Tomorrow CF is coming into town to eat dinner with her daughter and grandsons. But she decided she would spend the night with me. That way she can relax and go to bed early. She will be spending the day with the boys on Friday and half a day on Saturday before going home. It exhausts her to spend so much time with young boys who wrestle and are interactive, but she loves them so much it hurts.
I am being my quiet self, working on my gratitude prayers, and happy to just sit and knit. It has been so gloomy and rainy and chilly. Today is sunny, warmer, and Spring again. It is a good day to be outside more.
I am about 1 inch from finishing the back of my sweater. Yeah! Today I can knock that out. Then sew it up, put on the neck band, and voila! done, done, done. Yeah! I already have another one in line waiting to be cast on. But it can wait until I catch up a little bit with some other projects.
I have been spinning yellow yarn. It is so gorgeous. I dyed it with goldenrod. It is the creamiest butter yellow. Gorgeous!
And today is a grooming day for Patty too. I got her reservation for doggie day care while I am gone. She has had her bordatella snort, and I am glad she will be well cared for. She is so happy to see me when I pick her up it is well worth it.
So Happy Thanksgiving. Thank you for reading. It is time to go outside and enjoy the sunshine. Patty is ready to go for a walk.
We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~Thornton Wilder