Someone is stealing weeks. It has to be that, or how it could be June 13th?! Yikes!
It turned out I wasn’t quite fully healed by the peach. It helped, but it took until the end of last week for me to feel like I was totally back on track. As a testament to my improved condition, I returned to the Crystal Palace yarn sweater I left in pieces before my trip to Texas and started the seaming.
Lola swears she put snuggling on the calendar for that time slot.
We finally worked out the details.
I finished the shoulders and the sleeve caps, and I’m hoping to do the rest today. Then, it’ll be on to the neck, and that’ll be it. I’m kind of excited.
In other news it’s my favorite time of year in the garden.
Everything is looking hopeful and healthy.
All of this means so much, especially today, as I think about all the people closely affected by the horrible, horrible events in Orlando. The words that keep running through my mind are Mary Oliver’s lines from “Invitation,” one of my favorite poems in her collection Red Bird:
it is a serious
just to be alive
on this fresh
in this broken world.