There are some spots in the surrounding woods that are turning red. Little by little there are more signs of changing seasons. Entering forest in the fall is like stepping into a fairy tale. And I feel like I'm becoming more like a listener than a talker. There is very little to be told of today; it was Sunday, the weather was beautiful, I took a walk outside. There was peace and quiet all around. The world with its worries far far away. I stayed in this meditating and peaceful mood and finished these stockings.
The answer to the question of how long I have been knitting... It is more than two years now. This is what I say when I don't care to think of how old I am and how many decades I have already been doing something. So really it is decades and more like two... Come to think of it ... it must be something like four.