the loveliest time of the day
what was the loveliest time of your day?
We share something similar each night over dinner – the “highlight of the day” for Julians and Abbys – they’re not quite the “loveliest time” folk.
Tonight, I described mine as coming home from four hours of early classes, and after finishing the chores and before collecting Abby from school, sinking into an armchair on the sun drenched front porch. There was a steamy espresso with a dash of cream by my side, I was completely hidden from the passersby by the richly flowering, richly scented red rose bush, reading my novel for an hour, whilst a soft breeze wafted gently past.
Oh it was a lovely time. But now, this evening, with a yummy dinner cooked, shared and cleaned up from, and husband and daughter chattering away at the kitchen table whilst they revise fractions, I think I shall have to reconsider.
Yes, reclining in the back garden, under a thick canopy of oak, a peaceful blue sky, lazily setting sun, singing noisy miners, with my crochet on my lap. Yes, THIS is the loveliest time of my day.
The crochet thing is thriving. At the moment, I cannot imagine wanting to finish. But you know one silly thing I keep doing? I move onto a new stitch, get stuck into it, decide in my head what colours I want to use, and how many repeats I want to do. Then, before finishing that section, I hunt through my divine little book to find what stitch I want to do next, and fold the pages back with this next-to-come stitch facing up. This is all very well if I have the luxury of crocheting for a couple of hours .
But in normal time, that simply doesn’t happen. I do a row here, a repeat there. So days and days after my last flurry of crochet, I look down at my stitches and across to the book and think oh! That’s not the same stitch. What was I doing again? Sometimes I am able to work out what I was doing by “reading” my previous rows. Other times, I have to trawl back through the book, looking for the right instructions and hope I can match their photos to my stitches! Ahem!
Will I learn!? Probably not. ’Cause I think that’s what propels me ever forwards – the excitement of what’s to come.
p.s. do you like the new garden/beach chair? I thrifted a pair of them from hard rubbish recently on beach road! Julian’s going to scrub back the aluminium for me and I shall scrub and oil the wooden arms. So retro!