Introducing Emma’s and my walking lane, where we can still walk together. It is only about a tenth of a mile long, and walking the length of it out and back five times it is a mile. She and I are working on a new sock pattern by the way, which will be tribute to all the walking we’ve done over the years.
This is our new private spot, where nobody is ever around but maybe occasional workers in the vineyard, and being so quiet it offers wonderful solitude, especially in the mornings. It is a sort of base camp where I can park at one shady end, walk back and forth while working or knitting, and Emma can be with me, because since turning fourteen, she hangs out in the back of the car and watches.
This little spot was a very over-grown access road for power lines which borders ours and a neighboring parcel, and is really quite secluded. This is just one of those things I don’t know why I didn’t focus on earlier, but I’m glad I am now, for I can drive Emma down here every morning for our walk “together” and afternoons too if its not too hot.
While over the years Emma and I walked regularly up the ridge to the peak of the mountain and beyond, the wildfire destroyed so much that for sheer tree fall, walking up the ridge is impossible presently. Also Jeff had recently got a heavy duty rechargeable battery operated dual line weed-whacker, and so now I can mow and maintain this little lane, and what is amazing is that on our property this is the only level spot. Presently I am having to move quite a lot of rocks and battling wild black berries, but I’ll get there eventually.
I think I’ll officially name it Emma’s Lane. And here she this morning, hunkering down in her castle, watching me and keeping company while I work.
Month: May 2019
Things going on . . .
I am lifting my June 1st deadline for new sock pattern. It was merely a fun self-imposed goal which is clearly unrealistic at this point. I am glad to report that all things going on are incredibly exciting, although labor intensive, only least which is knitting ten-at-a-time socks. There will be eight socks in my forthcoming ensemble, which I’ve decided can happen any time because socks are not a seasonal thing. There are no Spring Tees this year either, but no guilt on me as I am so near to being able to move my new collected Tools Of The Trade into the loft room (ahead of house completion) that I am beside myself, nearly frozen with anticipation. I will be taking some time refurbishing some antiques I collected, and sewing some things on my January Acquisition — a 1947 Singer sewing machine — needing to make a couple of curtains for the new house, start a quilt, and generally get to making things. In summary, the sock pattern will be ready when it wants to be. I’m taking my time and enjoying, and have had to balance the two aspects of my productive self; part of which is a lumbering old ox, and the other a spirited thoroughbred colt that wants to run. All aspects of life must be allowed to just be. That said, as in recent mornings lately, now I am off with Emma in the caboose, to garden on latest project, which is reviving an archaeological find of an old road in the woods near by, to be a short but secret walking lane!
New Loft (( progress ))
I have just been up to the house and its a lovely morning to photograph the new loft room progress, after the sheetrock has started. I am so pleased about this beautiful space, and I think it may even be more lovely than before, as there are a couple improvements made. I am completely obsessed about this room, and work space to be! ((click 1st image to go to slideshow))
Do you recognize that ledge, on which I took so many photos of knitted things and yarns? I just wanted to post these photos, but its time to get back to my frantic sock knitting, but thanks everybody for your comments, and I promise to be talkative again on the flipside of my sock-knitting May-nia.
Ten at a time . . . gussets.
Ten at a time gussets have been knit.
Here is the pile of ten unique socks, ready to knit the foot sections next . . .
The gusset of a sock is a really the most fun part in my opinion, where all the chaos of the heel flap, turn, and picking up selvedge stitches is finished, and it brings the stitch count back to original, ready for a straight run to the toe.
And it could not be more apropos that there are ten days left to May, including today, and to finish my ten socks and submit forthcoming sock pattern extravaganza by June 1st is my goal. I am committed to this sock knitting “May”nia, and won’t be able to do much of anything else but knit these little dears and polish up the pattern. I’ll be making my last ten-at-a-time post when I am ready for the toes, in the last days of May ~~ see you then!
A day of days!
I’m in a robust mood this morning early, a beautiful golden sunrise through the glistening air of recent days of rain. Right now the forest is alive with promise!
Ignore the charred black trunks, because what is going on beneath the surface is nothing less than a miracle. I want to emulate the forest, and allow myself to sprout renewed growth from such a vibrant place within, the place of true life .
In the mood to step outside with camera and capture the moment, vivid as it can be; the wildlife stirring, Emma napping quite oblivious to it, the knitting trail ready to be worked & walked . What a day of days!
A couple cups of rich strong French Roast and I am ready for the day!
If good moods are contagious, I hope everyone out there is feeling the day as wonderful as this.