A new knitter was born yesterday. After many months and perhaps years of finger knitting, it felt like this almost six-year-old was ready. The trick to knitting with a child is to not start too early- frustration kicks in and the magic could be lost. Hmmmm… come to think of it, that is similar to learning anything new, right? Reading, writing, riding a bike… the list goes on. But, that is another conversation all together.
It was so very pleasant to have a home day, a day in which a portion was spent cuddled on the couch with my two knitters. I listened to my son murmur the handy verse, “In the front door, go around back, peek through the window, and off jumps jack” and soaked up the momentary quiet. And I mean momentary when I say it. The long gray days can look crafty and sweet, just as easily as they can look like a wild swell of tears and fighting. So I take it where I can get it, and I soak it up for those future stormy seas.
I heard there is another ten inches of the cold, white stuff to come our way this weekend. I am trying not to mope about it, but let me tell you that is a true challenge. Thank goodness there is still good, clear sap to gather and boil down to make a sticky salve to heal this seasonal wound. There isn’t much a good batch of syrupy pancakes can’t fix anyhow.