I woke up on Saturday and tip toed downstairs. The rest of the house were still sleeping. A lovely greeting from the hound, as usual. He is generous with his kisses, almost to a fault. I opened the door to let him out. Standing out on the path, in my nightie, I listened to the birds. Admired the freshly cut grass my husband had cut the day before. Picking up the milk bottles from the door step, I couldn’t help counting my lucky stars that I could open the door and walk straight out into a green space all of my own.
I think spring does that to me. Reminds me how beautiful the world is as soon as I open the door. (Also highlights the dust in the house, with its sunbeams, but let’s not dwell on that part.)
I find nature really influences the colours I want to work with. The pastel pinks and blues, that are around at the moment, are perfect. I can’t imagine using them in the colder months. I’ve been stuck for a yarn project since finishing my jumper. Nothing tempted me. Then I was washing my daisy crochet cushion cover and it hit me. Why not crochet another one? The first one makes me smile every time I see it. I can make another one for the kitchen chairs.
We visited relations yesterday. I crocheted another four squares in the car. I’ll need 16 in total. An easy project to take with me. I’m still trying to find the blue yarn in my stash, but I’m sure it’s there. Somewhere.
Spring, flowers and crochet. A lovely indulgence. Also split today between enjoying the quiet and missing the bustle and noise of the children. Everyone’s back to school.