The poetry of the earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead…
John Keats On the Grasshopper and Cricket
I can’t recollect the sound of grasshoppers, having not seen one since I was young. But the sounds of the Cicadas fill some of the quiet times of these heat heavy days. Our baby birds grow bigger each day. The parent purple finches are doing round the clock feedings and when they are away from the nest two purple finch aunts guard the wee ones. One of the babies is already flapping its wings, a prelude to leaving the nest. In a way, I will be sad to see them go because I know there won’t be more babies this year. In another way too, I will be happy to see them fly for the first time. I can only imagine the freedom and joy in such soaring. My hope is that they remember their little home and come back to have babies of their own next year.
The other item growing fast is the baby sweater I’m knitting with the MadelineTosh yarn. The right front is started and hopefully will be complete this weekend. Then onto the sleeves.
I’ll block the fronts and backs before I sew them together. I like to block the pieces before sewing because it makes the sewing easier. I have a clearer view of what to stitch together and where.
Despite the knitting progress, I admit I’d rather be crocheting. I have an afghan design in mind for Dad and am searching for the yarn and colors.
Including the light blue book, count 4 to the left and that is the color scheme. The afghan will be called Tranquil. All the while I am knitting, I am thinking of this afghan. I need to work on staying in the moment.
To all: Have a happy weekend!
