Timeless

Hello April. Hello to warmer days, sunshine, daffodils and a walk on the prairie. Yesterday I took a long walk on the Spring Creek Prairie. Temperatures were in the mid sixties and the wind blew gently across this timeless land. The tall grass is just waking up under the gold and brown of last year. The green of late spring and summer is yet to come. Yesterday I was surrounded by sound. In a low spot near the pond, I heard peepers. Water in the pond rippled under the wind. The meadowlarks are back from their winter range and they were singing. The familiar five note melody rang out from every direction. I never did see one but their music will fill the prairie until autumn. Once onto the prairie and over a ridge, I sat down on the ground. Traffic noise from the nearby highway receded. I listened to the soft rattle of wind blowing through dry grasses. I walked and sat on a bench or rock to listen and then walked some more. Those few hours were glorious. As I walked out of the prairie toward my car, I saw one eastern bluebird before he took flight.

In real time, today is Unraveled Wednesday with Kat and the Unravelers. My projects remain mostly the same. I am making steady progress on this shawl and the above sweater.  The next time I sit down with the Coast sweater, I will put the sleeve stitches on waste yarn and set up the side body detail. I am waiting for daylight knitting hours so I put the stitch markers in the correct places. I considered putting the yoke on and taking a photo but I now officially have pandemic hair. I am not complaining just being truthful. 

In honor of my new great nephew, I am knitting a few preemie hats to donate at a later date. He arrived earlier than his due date but is gaining weight and doing well in the NICU. So far so good.I can't imagine the unit would accept anything from the outside right now and I heartily support that policy. 

Since April is poetry month, I ordered a copy of an anthology, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems. Poems by familiar and lesser known poets are included. It's a treasure for these days.    

Today and always, my grandchildren bring me joy. This is the sign they made last week to hang in their window.  Love is also timeless and it will carry us through. Take good care. Happy April.