August is such a stale time of the year. No cool breezes, no moisture, perpetual aqua blue skies, and a lot of anxiety about wildfire. The grasses stand crisp and golden, and so picturesque, but really it is just in suspended limbo until the rain comes, there in the bleaching hot sun day after day while even the moss in the forest turns brownish and, like the grasses, is frozen in lifelessness for months.
Mid August is even more stale than when the month arrived, and by the end of the month I am usually quite fried, dreaming of verdant countrysides in far off lands. I must snap out of these lazy wishful days of summer. I have been far too lazy and not working on my well-intention’d project of knitting trail. A knitting trail? What trail? Right. My point exactly. I did take a shovel to a stretch of woodland over the last year, and even though it’s only been a little more than some sticks along the way and a narrow bumpy path, Emma and I have been walking it on occasion ~~ thus far we have named it ‘the knit track’ , and which is about a sixth of a mile circuit, not including the distance to and from the track, which makes it about a half mile, and if one goes around the ‘track’ many times, it adds up. It is intended to be a mindless walk so I can knit-while-meandering and Emma can smell the wildlife in the quiet pause of the afternoons.
Although the knitting trail already has one or two benches, I’d like them to become delicious secret woodland spots, where one might carry out a pot of tea and accomplish quite a bit of knitting. That my friends, is what my vague design is. So how to sharpen those vague lines, and get this thing going? I have been taking pencil to paper and scribbling out ideas, and I really do want to make this thing happen, here & now, in the face of the suffocating Mid-August!
There are quite a lot of trees to limb up and brush to clear (trees keep falling too, this drought is wretched!) and general hard sweaty work to do within in the few acres which is the trail site, but nothing a woman (and her dog) can’t accomplish. This is something I’ve wanted to do since we built our house here and moved in 2005. So Emma will supervise, and I will work, and we will get this woodland Knitting Trail done & dusted.
But first I’d like to call upon you brilliant readers of this blog, and please don’t be shy, give me some ideas about what you think would make a Knitting Trail special. The sky is the limit… and plenty of space in the comment boxes too.