Today, as I look out of my window and knock on wood, there is sun. And it is warm. Almost hot with a cooling breeze. Last week it was winter – dark inside and out and my brain had flicked a switch into hibernation mode (I swear it knocked my delicate mental balance sideways and an resulting mental breakdown is out of my hands) – I felt the energy slump, wondered if I could make a getaway to warmer climates with no passport and buttons as payment – and contemplated buying a sunlamp. I actually shivered two days in a row and it wasn’t long before I began reaching for a craft that usually only sees action in the colder months.
Casting on for another Honey cowl, not quite believing we are reaching the zenith of the year and feeling a little cheated, again, I sulked my way through a few rounds before the clickety-clack of the needles began to work their magic once more and I was feeling relaxed.
Plans are being made for a sweater. I’m resigning myself to a year long winter. That way if we do see the sun, it’ll be a bonus.