a few months ago,
sent me four colors of her new downeast worsted.
we had agreed that i would take the idea of frost farm
on beals island off the maine coast
and capture some of the
memories of her childhood in a hat and mitten set.
my son, upon seeing the yarn, had his own ideas.
‘this,’ my boy told me, ‘is for the bright scarf
i want you to. it will be so warm.’‘don’t you think these two will be a nice hat?’‘pay attention, mama. like this, see?’‘they will look so good together. can you have it all done by tomorrow?’then he happily headed off to ride his bike up and down
his grandparent’s driveway,
leaving me and my thoughts and all the yummy yarn.
being 4, he quickly forgot what he’d asked for
which is good since
4 skeins of yarn wasn’t nearly enough for the plans
he outlined to me
and they were already earmarked to become
for more of