Thursday, August 19, 2010

Socks, handknit

Socks. Another pair knit. But these were not quite like others. Knit while life around me, my life as a mother, began it's steady shift away from all that it had been. Soon that movement will be greater, in September, the nest, our nest, once so full and crowded, with just be for the two old birds.
The Stalled Sock, this month's Lion Brand essay.

Friday, August 13, 2010

The First Leaf

The first leaf. Golden. A hint of fall in the air. The slight shift in light, and this leaf, golden against the deep greeness of August in Iowa.