Another Year

I started publishing this blog in 2006. I wanted to join into the rich community that was on line knitting. And boy was I thrilled by the word 'publish'. Like Fibernymph, I consider myself a writer. It has been a few years since I've kept a proper journal. I don't know if this blog allows me to channel my writing, or keeps me from it, but I value the richness of conversation, the trends and ideas, the large fibery thing that I feel a part of. You are my tribe.

I walked the big black dog this evening and I could finally smell the corn and the little blackberry blossoms. there was cut grass, not quite hay, but sweet and entrancing any way.
I am wearing wool socks and a Malibrigo worsted Moody Kerchief. This is knitting weather. I am OK with moderate. I'm OK with rain, especially on sleep days after night shift.
Today my daughter had a new music lesson on Ryder Lake. We used to have property at the top of that mountain and I spent many long summer days riding horses on its winding narrow roads. How I would love to have a place up there to sit alone and think and write. I am overwhelmed with tasks for camp and the grad dinner, gardening and the poor messy house.
Perhaps this is the impetus to get back to my novel. You can start a plan any day.
In the last 5 years I have returned to nursing, taken up the ukelele and opened all manner of new doors. The knitters I know on line are always challenging themselves to explore new territory. The old maps used to say, "Beyond this there be dragons".
Well, let this be the year that I meet a few more dragons.