Or the week, or the month, for that matter? I’m so unsure of time that this extraordinary Petals Collection shipment caught me by surprise. It’s called Blue Grape Hyacinth.
That I am losing track of time is a good thing; most years, I am a ragged mess by July. Our lovely weather helps. That the Summer People are still being relatively civil helps. Having things to look forward to helps (I’m talking Septebmer, October, November…).
I’ve been so random about knitting, though. I’m not far from finishing the baby blanket, but I can’t seem to stick with it. I had half a sock all photographed and ready to show, but all of a sudden I didn’t like it, so it’s gone. I need to wind the second skein of Bambu for my niece’s Tilting Block scarf, but I just … haven’t.
I’ve been home all day, pleased that the breeze is blowing the curtains, happy to feel so comfortable, and content to putter. But what was I doing, admiring the blue sky and the sweet air from inside my house? Silly me! So I went out and did a few errandy things.
I love being at home in the late afternoon, though. My mind winds down along with the day. Annie is attentive to my every move, waiting for her little dish of dinner. (What kind of cat thinks that one tablespoon of wet food is enough? Mine, apparently.) There’s a big old crow out in the yard who harasses the blue jays, creating quite a racket, and the thump-thump of the neighbor’s stereo provides the background rhythm.
I’m already thinking ahead, to what I want to do tonight, to what I need to do tomorrow, and to the rest of the week. They’re just this and that, these late afternoons, but I treasure them.
Not Plain Jane 