May continues to be lovely. I could not love any month more than I love this beautiful May. The lake pictures were taken last night around 10pm, when all was calm. Tonight there are tiny ripples on the lake and the sky is very overcast.
I have been little behind with my spring chores (cleaning both inside and outside the house) because of being away from home so much during the past month. All the undone jobs started to weigh me down until this past weekend, I finally got started and although very little is done, I am on the way. I really liked washing the windows today! Who would have guessed? Out of the three difficult windows, two are done and only one remains to be done. I have never counted all the squares that I need to do, most of the windows are triple ones, but out of all of them I have three that are tricky to open and I end up washing the outer layer from the outside and that means that I need to get out the ladder. Out of the three, the hardest one is left. I hope to get it done tomorrow.
Every time lately when buying groceries, I have brought home a small rose from the supermarket to be planted into a pot. So far I have four. It is cold during the night and my last task every night is to collect the pots and bring them inside and in the morning along with the dogs, the roses go out. I place them outside to a sunny spot where northerly winds cannot touch them. They bring me so much joy, and the flower season is still all ahead, it is only May!
I am continuing in making little leaves and flowers but in between I have knitted hearts. Last week when waiting for the inspiration to hit me to get me started on this cleaning business, I sort of let the house go into a bad condition; I kept leaving stuff lying around always telling me that soon I will start… One morning when I was passing the entrance, I stopped and took a long look and was not at all happy of what I was looking at: shoes that had been kicked off here and there, lots of sand and mud, spider webs, dust, bags on the floor and on the chair… What depressed me most was the fact that you could walk into this house without having a clue that an enthusiastic and passionate knitter lives here. The revelation left me sad and empty somehow and during the whole day, I kept wondering what I should do, what could I do to remedy that. I knew I would eventually clean the mess, but that would not take care of the fact that something was missing, the knitting was and is missing. If you looked very carefully, you could spot a scarf or a shawl on a hook somewhere there, but nothing else.
I thought that I would make new curtains for the windows there and after tossing away the idea of knitting white lace curtains, I found a big piece of this beautiful blue Marimekko print that has small houses on it and decided that it would work. The blue is so strong and deep, that I started to see red in my mind’s eye. Red… what could be red, what could I make in red, knitted and red? I have always loved the colorful bunting but have never made any, and I thought that maybe now I could make red heart bunting.
If I cross the line, there is always the seam ripper. Let’s hope I don’t need to come to that.
Wool hearts with you,