Few days ago we woke up to the first snow - all of us surprised
(Quick snapshots with a phone)
While I was looking at the serene beauty of the forest, I thought that this winter I am going to love every little bit of it. Winter is not just endless shoveling of snow, battling with difficult conditions on the roads, hauling loads of wood inside the house, but also lovely, mysterious, twilight moments when everything is rich blue, the flaming light of the fire that gathers everyone around, the beauty of frost on trees, the nibble of the fresh air on your nose when you are out and about and the need for wool. The ice has been building up on the lake and it is bittersweet to see her blanketed by ice, but without farewell there would not be happy reunion, so all in all, that is good too. There are lots of birds coming for seeds but I have not seen the sparrowhawk since. I have been thinking of her because although she looked fine, she was maybe too tame, and I do hope she is healthy.
The little woolen birds are still in need of elf caps, but I did make a start on a new one. Maybe I can find a way to include some Christmas spirit into him. I was listening to the radio the other day and there was interesting bit of birds and Christmas and how they tie together.
This past week I got back a huge pile of socks in need of repair. While my daughter has been home I have been busy mending loved old socks. She is a dancer and uses some of her wool socks to keep warm during breaks and she pulls them over ballet shoes, sometimes in layers, so the socks have to endure a lot. I think that the most beautiful pair of socks I have ever done are theseWallflower socks.
After hard use they were in a very bad condition: holes here and there and toes in rags.
This is the new pair. (Some shaping in the back of the leg.)
Hope you all have a good weekend.
Wool with you,