There is a season

 

 

 

 

 

for everything to be examined, in the willingness to focus the time, to look closely at the details, while searching for an appreciation and understanding of what is there. Once in a while one finds it, the beauty, I mean.

 Glimpses of something that you see every day suddenly become much more than what they be. Petals fallen, pollen dusting the shelf from another flower, a tangerine you scraped for its flavor enhancement of the biscotti you make for someone you love, these are noticed and recorded in the winter season before the snow melts and the crocus appear. This celebration of what it means to be here is the experience of my life, my path. I have one crack at it, life, I mean.  In the end I want to be content with the choices I make. When I am old memories are what will sustain me and dreams will entertain my waking moments of contemplation in the circles my brain makes. There is a time. . .

 

JuJu B's

One way or another

 Estonian lace and JuJu Loops is high on my list of complete and unending choice while considering that very fine lace yarn I buy from Frieia Fine Handpaints and Twisted Fiberart Yarn, you know if you know, exactly what I mean. The color grabs me as if I were the arrow heading straight and to the center of the color target that is before my blue eyes
 I knit when I am snowed inside, it seems for months, most years. This year I walk on a treadmill while I think about knitting and color and which way I will follow. I see out my window a huge picnic table and pine trees covered white with more mountains in the vista also covered in confectioner sugar dreaming of the day to come when I knit out there, too.

Nupps, now that is an interesting word. I know what it means and I know how to do it. I love the effect it gives in pattern, I love it in white, always;  I wonder how will one of these look in sky blue turning to violet yarn.

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I tend to buy Santa Fe clothing and jewelry which is excruciatingly out of place where I live which is odd when one wants to be a pair of eyeballs floating in space. If I were riding the subway or whatever I would listen to books with earphones never to knit.  Invisible yet I scream out into the universe, obviously, a contradiction. So what?

I am very interested in other individuals. I watch a lot of TED. If you do not know what that is just Google it. This is my answer for everything. TED. (not Google)

I am absolutely perplexed about everything. I can tell you that I just do not get it; not anything, anymore. Renaissance is a word I do not think can apply, either. We are so past that idea. It is the most interesting era I have ever known. What is really funny about that is how I know what I know. Which is another story. . .

I walk a line, a very thin line, it is on no path to anyplace. It keeps me walking and thinking and that is why I knit Nupps.

Oh yes, I fold things, too, and for the very same reasons. 

. bX-rjv2lc so what does this mean?