This weekend, my boyfriend and I stayed with some of our friends upstate. They have a little bungalow on the river. The whole house seems to have not been touched in thirty years. The furniture is dated, quaint and slightly eerie, but nonetheless nostalgic and charming. The musk and mold and peeling paint of the house made it so that we stayed outdoors most of the time. The grass was full of phlox and buttercups. My jaywalkers felt at home amid the yellows and greens.
The whitenoise of the the river made me feel slightly dreamy all weekend. When it came time to make my heel flap, I had to stop working on my sock. I simply didn't have the focus or concentration anymore. All I wanted was to stare and sleep.
For dinner, we bar-be-qued corn and sweet potatoes and onions and peppers and salmon and Italian sausage and chicken. We gathered buttercups and phlox and wild irises for bouquets.
And don't ask me how I did it, but somehow, in the middle of it all, even amid the country desertion and the country roads, I managed to find yarn.
This was a nice trip, but part of me was really happy to be back in Brooklyn, even though I do love nature and water so much.
4 comments:
Sounds like a wonderful weekend. Great Jaywalkers, too!
Thanks for your comment on my blog. It appears you had a wonderful weekend!! I would love to have a cottage by a river, but then, I'm a country girl, not a Brooklyn girl. Nevertheless, I lived happily in Barcelona from 2004-05, a very densely populated city with a lot of noise!
I am so in love with the colors of your jaywalkers. The skein is so pretty, I wouldn't want to knit it up.
Thanks for stopping by my blog - you have to try felting. It is so much fun.
Great scenery and beautiful yarn. I have that same colorway in my stash and now I can't wait to knit it up.
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