These days of packing, furniture being moved out and about, and the 'scaling down' process, has left my body weary..... time to restore and renew.
My little Scout shares this with me...she, being quite exhausted from movers and strangers' comings and goings...wants to sleep... I choose to knit. She awakens as a photo is captured...
...and then back to her little puppy girl dreams....
I see the tiny ball of yarn, as I am binding off the top edge of this Tasha Tudor Cottage Shawl, and become aware that I will need to wind a new 'Gigantic Ball of Yarn' ...as Xavier would say....and soon, in order to knit the lace edging.
I finish my one morning cup of coffee....from the mug that resembles a wintry white cable-knit sweater. And I count my blessings. First blessing on the list...
.... a grown son who knows his momma well, and chose a Christmas gift she would enjoy, even on a peaceful morning in the midst of May.
Enjoy this day!
Count your blessings...not your troubles.
The blessings will always win!
Start counting.