February Journal of Wonder
I wonder why the first cup of morning tea tastes the best.
I wonder why the male downy woodpecker hangs almost upside down on the suet feeder when he could snack right side up.
I wonder how poets continue to be inspired.
How are voice and silence connected? When is silence voice? When is a voice completely silent?
I wonder why technology needs to be constantly updated.
I wonder why every ache and pain of the 60's sets off a clang of alarm. More wonder less worry would be better.
I wonder about the differences in bird song/voice? How did calls of distress, location, marking territory, courting a mate evolve?
I so enjoy nature books with sketches and drawings. Who decided grown-up books do not need artwork? Why not both?
Why not both/and instead of either/or?
I wonder if I could consume/use just enough and no more? What changes can I make?
I wonder why the shadows on the snow look blue in certain sunlight. (Thank you Louise Penny)
What do bluejays know about space that I do not? How do they chase each other in circles among the tree branches without nicking a wing or hitting their heads?
I wonder why it is so hard to knit two mittens or two socks exactly the same size?
Yesterday I missed linking with Chasing Stories monthly post on one little word. I'll link today.
I am also linking with Kat and the Unravelers. I am in between books. Oh the possibilities. I finished the fingerless mitts. My sister told me about this pattern. If you knit the mitts with two contrasting skeins of variegated yarn, the colorwork is easy to do. The mitts are warm and make great gifts. This is my third pair. I'm stitching away on Norah's quilt. The cold snowy weather, including a blizzard, gives me extra hours to sew. The blocks are finished so I am trimming, fudging, and unraveling as I sew the top together. I am past the half way point with three or four hours to go.
Stay warm. Friday is March 1. I wonder if the month will come in as a lion or a lamb. I'd love lamb like weather but as one of my grandson says, "The wrinkles (icicles) are frozen." Yes indeed.