the wait

My Secret Pal wrote in his blog, over the weekend, that he
had mailed out one last package. Well,
make my day! I figured that it would
certainly come Monday; things don’t usually take that long. I was psyched. When afternoon rolled around, C and I were down
in the field working on the shed. C was
working, I was advising him. This is
fairly normal for us. I know how to
construct things, he bangs the nails. This project, however, is more his own design… ermmmmm… or lack of
design. It’s a pole shed, whatever. So, I was down in the field, trying to sell
him on the advantage of a trim board to cover the rafter extensions and I was
sort of killing time, waiting to hear the mailman drive up the road. You can’t see the mailbox from anywhere on my
property. The box is down the hill at a
neighboring farm. You can, however, hear
a car drive up from the main road. I was
listening. After a while, making no
headway on my ploy for the fascia board, I decided to just walk down and see
for myself. Sure enough, no mail. So now I’m standing around (pathetic, isn’t
it?) thinking about what I can do to kill a little bit of time until the
delivery. Remember, I’m guessing that a
package will arrive. I’m that desperate
for a little bit of excitement… something a little different, oh heck, A
SURPRISE. I head back up the hill and
hop over (sounds good, but it’s barb wire and I do not hop) the fence
separating the road from an unused field with the idea that if I follow the tree
line up hill it will come out opposite my driveway.  Rocks have been tossed along the
edge of the field (they always are, where else would you put them when you rock
a field) and I love to check out rocks. Besides, I have my camera with me and I might just find a picture AND
I’m killing a little bit of time. I
lucked out! This is one gorgeous apple
tree… lovers entwined.

By the time I finished with the tree and walking the rocks
back to my drive I could hear the mail car. This is what he brought!!! Thanks, Jesse… you got it very right. That bit of ‘bling’ brightened up my day.

Those packages are swarovsky crystal beads.
Then there are the mirror encrusted pens (I am a magpie, give me anything shiny
and I’m happy) and a ball of Trekking sock yarn in beautiful purples and blues.  Did I
forget to mention that I wanted to see what was inside the box so badly that I
found a sharp stone and used it to cut through all the tape? Yep, while sitting on a rock. 
 
I’m thinking I’ll have to rename the Wool Peddler’s
shawl. As Ann pointed out, it’s going to
be a shawlette with this gauge, or be redesigned as I go. What the heck… all that garter stitch makes
it perfect to knit while reading Harry Potter on the deck.

Turns out, it was a very nice day. And, I found the tree!