This above picture tells (very clearly) the state of my mind last week. Although the fog is slowly lifting, it is not all cleared away.
January is passing the midpoint, the world remains mostly grey and blue and white, no sun, the amount of increased light is not yet noticeable. Today the wind is hard, like a whip on a face and snow whirls all around and drifts into piles…
My usual sock recipe,
2mm needles, various sock yarns,
Arwetta and Regia most likely
“The sky was almost black, but the snow shone a bright blue in the moonlight.
The sea (in my case, the lake) lay asleep under the ice, and deep down among the roots of the earth all small beasts were sleeping and dreaming of spring. But spring was quite a bit away because the year had only just got a little past New Year.
At the point where the valley began its soft slope towards the mountains, stood a snowed-up house. It looked very lonely and rather like a crazy drift of snow. Quite near it ran a bend of the river, coal-black between ice-edges. The current kept the stream open all winter. But there were no tracks leading over the bridge, and no one had touched the snowdrifts around the house.
The valley was enveloped in a kind of grey twilight. It also wasn’t green any longer, it was white. Everything that had once moved had become immobile. There were no living sounds. Everything angular was now rounded.”
From my cherished book, Moominland Midwinter written by Tove Jansson
We have more snow than I care for. It keeps coming… some days beautiful, huge doilies gracefully dancing down from the sky… some days with strength, hitting you from all angles, forcing inside your coat through collar and sleeves, mean, little, drops of hard ice. There have been days when it appears from nothing, it does not seem to be visible, yet the pathways are buried in a few hours.
Christmas Eve Cast-on
My usual sock recipe
Araucania Huasco, Regia Season Color 09411
My creative mind is burdened by the worry of little, sweet Ruusu. I wish I had something more cheerful to write today, but I am sorry, I don’t. Just wanted to pop in to quickly greet you all, and thank you for your kind messages. Thank you for reading, will come back soon.
Wool with you,