“There is practically no activity that cannot be enhanced or replaced by knitting, if you really want to get obsessive about it.”
High above the leaves appeared to glow with an electric green phosphorescence, only to be complimented by the crystal blue of the afternoon sky. The air had a slight nip to it, giving a beautiful sunshiny day the crisp feel of a high-school football evening in September.
I took the opportunity to grab my knitting basket and head for the patio, where, dare I say, I spent the majority of my day. Getting some uninterrupted time with my needles and yarn proved exceptionally cathartic.
There's something about knitting- perhaps the steady rhythm or the soft feel of the yarn or the promise of something special created from a single strand- that keeps me very focused, yet completely relaxed.
Like I mentioned, I had perched myself outside, under the shade of the umbrella and steeped a fresh mug of amazingly wonderful and beautifully colored blackberry mojito green tea.
Sip and stitch. Sip and stitch.
As if my world couldn't get any more perfect, I decided to snip some of my lavender.
Wow. Heavenly delight.
Between the warm tea and the relaxing scent of lavender and the gentle click of needles this day earns a spot near the top.