Knitting makes me happy, as does the beautiful weather.
Yesterday was the perfect day to be outside.
A friend and I went out to a local park/battlefield and just lay in the wild green grass, and it smelled good. And the trees cast lengthy shadows that you could hide within. And as the shadows lengthened and the wind cooled, I could feel the springtimes of the past stretched out over my memory, and each one was novel and new again.
Knit. Purl. Revolt.
