we spent a good
part of today
the blue ridge mountains
‘why are they blue?
trees on mountains aren’t blue.’
this was backseat commentary
from my 5 yr old boy.
who after a little quiet
continued on with,
‘i feel so small when we are
driving beside them.”
i relate as i
am feeling so very
unworthy of having been given
the gift, for that is what it is,
of being allowed to raise another
woman’s infant son.
am i good enough?
when this world
as it does
and we both know
how it shakes some people up.
so how did You decide to give me so much love?”
‘raise’ taken from 8:1 in proverbs.
soundtrack of the day: ‘lorraine’ by lori mckenna.
sts on the road: coriandi and some hush, hush project knitting.
soundtrack of the day brought to you by lori mckenna
“my life is pieces of paper
that i’ll get back to later to tell you a story…”
“my life is
green grass through snow
sweet reckless hope,
and baby i know
eye candy created by esther of jazzturtle.
2.5 hours alone in the van to think and breathe courtesy of all this knitscene fun.
‘matters’ taken from 4:15 out of first timothy.
no road today,
(which is great)
and still no snow.
even brown leaves
are shocking in lieu of
what we left just two days ago.
snapped these playing in the yard
while the kids darted here and there.
oh how i can miss what is buried
so deeply under the
drifts at home.
my oldest and her cousin
cozied into the couch
to knit tonight.
love seeing them
so intent, so new.
i was (almost) exactly
their age when i first knit.
taught them today to
add beads w/dental floss.
what a breath of fresh air
as i watched them
with the endless
‘seeing’ taken from 15:31 in matthew.
sts away from home: played with openwork in berroco ‘remix’. kitchenered ‘tamarisk’.
in our ears,
we sallied forth
the remains of
an ice storm
the land without precipitation.
Lamictal online order ‘where did you put the snow, mama?’
that they think me capable
every last bit
of the winter whiteness
that we left
at home sweet home.
and let me just say
that we all felt
exactly like this
to be out of the van
hugging our cousins,
settling in for our visit
and peeling off layers for the warmth.
soundtrack of the day: bill harley’s ‘there’s a pea on my plate’:
he said there’s a pea on my plate that my mother put there
she knows i don’t like peas but she doesn’t care
she says come on try it now it’s not the worst
if you want some ice cream, you must eat that pea first
and i really did put the pea on my spoon
but i made a mistake and my mouth closed too soon
it slipped off the spoon and fell on to the floor
my mom said don’t worry, she’s got plenty more…
‘warmth’ taken from 19:6 in the psalms.
sts on the road: 3/4 sleeves of a cardi done & 2 skeins of noro kogarashi balled.
planning to leave
to head out early
to outrun yet another
with a fresh 3 inches
on the ground
we face ‘helga’ due south
and hit the gas.
the following ‘soundtrack of the day’ brought to you by lucy, and good ol’ charlie brown:
and way up there the little stars and planets
make the rain that falls in showers
and when it’s cold and winter is upon us
the snow comes up! just like the flowers!
now lucy, i know that’s wrong.
snow does not come up, it comes down.
after it comes up the wind blows it around so
it looks like it’s coming down but actually
it comes up out of the ground like grass!
it comes up charlie brown!
snow comes up!
oh good grief!
‘ground’ taken from 3:19 in genesis.
‘little known facts’ from the musical ‘you’re a good man, charlie brown’.
sts on the road: final rnds of the new ‘tamarisk’ in the photo. in test knitting now.