when I’m an old lady I shall wear leopard and pearls to go for my walk.

*When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. J. Joseph

it’s time! If you live along the east coast, even the northeast part of the US, it’s time.  Imagine if you traveled all that way and came home to find this. 

It has been more than a year since I last visited this blog.  There have been  a few times that I came to check a pattern I had knitted or to see if I had noted the yardage of some handspun, and once to look for an image that kept popping up in my memory.  I left this behind in favor of a quick Facebook post, or an even shorter Instagram caption.  So much has changed in the last two months and  I feel a stronger need to communicate.  I suppose that the harder it becomes to be heard, the more one wants to shout out.  Its not just me.  The world has shifted; boundaries stretched shrunken.   I am the lucky one.  I know it. This isn't really hard for me.  I often stay on my property for a week or more without leaving and feel no angst. It is perception.  It is a matter of choice.  Today I see open woodlot around me limits the world I inhabit. The spaces between the trees that mark the edge of the woods are not walls. None the less, I feel the leash of limited space. It has been nearly four weeks since we made the decision to self isolate.  Friends from around the world have reached out and we have reconnected.   Each visit a rabbit hole to travel through.  

How are you doing?