Some Thoughts On A Quiet Evening

Mom and the Princess - working on their quilt together. Believe it or not, my child has been designing it since last summer, and her Grandma is only too happy to help.

Mother nature is giving us a bit of a spring preview right now - much appreciated after what's been a rough winter. Honestly, I don't mind the cold and the snow, and I dare say I've enjoyed it more than almost anyone else I know. It is nice to have some fresh air, though, and I do have the house opened up this evening.

I heard rain crows this afternoon. I love that sound.

Tomorrow I get to spend the entire morning with the Princess because it's a teacher workday at her school. This will be our third Mommy/Daughter morning this year, and I can't even begin to express how much I love that time together. We each pack up a bag of things to do, and after we drop her sister off at preschool we go find a coffee shop to hang out in. I drink my green tea...she gets hot chocolate and a pastry...and we enjoy each other's company.

It's pretty spiffy to have kids who are turning into interesting people who are lots of fun to be with.

My knitting and I are once again on happy terms. I'll tell you more about that in a few days.

I'm feeling the need to do some more spinning. It's been neglected for a while. I think perhaps I need to change out the project that I was working on (laceweight merino) for a heavier, quicker project.

This evening the Green Woman whispered into my ear, "Why don't you write that story?" I didn't have an answer. When she then said, "If no one else is going to read it, what's it going to hurt?" I realized that it was probably time to give some serious consideration to an idea I had a few months ago....if for no other reason than to amuse myself. And her.

I'm trying to be quite more often so that I can hear that still voice. Who knows where it will take me?

Earlier today we had the Princess's parent-teacher conference. Her reading teacher, bless her heart, called me an artist because she had been so impressed with my daughter's Christmas sweater. My internal response was to scoff. After all, it was someone else's pattern...I just happen to be a gifted technician.

It's an old debate...is knitting an art or a craft? And what exactly is the knitter's role?

And as I write that, the Green Woman is whispering again. "You don't always have to use other people's patterns, you know......"