You could think that a slow project like my current sweater would kill my creativity, but somehow it has done the opposite. This feels like a vacation. I'm free from my constant search for new patterns and new yarns. I don't have any need to come up with anything new for weeks. My hands are busy but my mind is free to roam its own paths without any pressures. I have time to think through all kinds of different ideas without having to find the yarn and cast on. I take notes and draw sketches. I'm not in a hurry to get this done. This sweater is as good as any new shawl or a mitten or a sock. As if the haste of knitting is gone...
And why did I get up so early on a Sunday morning? She, Tina, is the reason. Because this is her time of the year. These short weeks she has been impatiently waiting for the whole year.The bird hunting season. She left already before the dawn. I watched her disappear into the dark blue. She never stops when she gets deep into the forest. It is more like she is flying through the woods with her feet never touching the ground.
The sun is up now, all the blue is gone. When I sip my coffee and look out of the window, I see this beautiful landscape glowing in golden yellow and I know that somewhere out there is one very happy dog. The thought of her makes me happy too.
Hope you have a good day and wool be with you this coming week.