Unraveled Wednesday | 3.4.26
Greetings dearest Unraveler's! March... yes, yes, yes! It rained yesterday... such soft, tender rain. It was delightful! This week we are leaping into temps in the 70's... which is insane to me... just insane. My poor snowdrops will soon be over at these temps......
“In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.” ― Jean Hersey
Welcome, March | 3.2.26
'March' is a sharp word, brusque and bracing, like its month. 'January', 'February'; they meander like rivers; 'April' is like the sound of raindrops on the windowpane; but 'March' is a gust of wind flinging grit. — Adrian Bell, A Countryman's Spring Notebook I read...
Unraveled Wednesday | 2.25.26
Greetings gentle Unraveler's and welcome to the last Wednesday of February! I am happy to say there has been no unraveling this week, whew! (right?) However, I have not picked up the yoke since we last checked in... so it is safe to say that in my neighborhood, at...
Deep Winter | 2.23.26
It has been a curious month, my friends and here in the south hills of Pittsburgh, it has been a snowy one. In fact, we had more consecutive days with snow on the ground since I moved here almost 14 years ago now. And while most of my neighbors have found this...
A Gathering of Poetry | 2.19.25
I treated myself to an anthology of poems, Poetry is not a Luxury: Poems for all Seasons (which was edited by the curator of @poetryisnotaluxury on Instagram) and have been working through the winter section with great delight. One poem by Fanny Howe has been calling...
Unraveled Wednesday | 2.18.26
Greetings dear Unravelers! I come to you today, fresh out of the Frog Pond... sigh. Yes... that Frog Pond. Last week's progress on the yoke has all been ripped back... every last row. My mistake, I think, is the result of a a combination of things... being off on row...
A Few Good Things | 2.13.26
And we: spectators always, everywhere, turned toward it all and never looking out! Everything overfills us. We put it in order. It falls apart. We order it again and fall apart ourselves. — Rainer Maria Rilke, A portion of the Eighth Elegy from the Duino Elegies,...