L3 and I just finished with his first knitting lesson. That he is still excited about it as I type (telling me all his plans) is wonderful. My boy is full of imagination, but not patience for frustration. We worked on the knit cast-on and then knit one row of 10 stitches. He just took “his” needles and yarn (green, of course, out of my left-overs drawer) to his room to keep them safe. He has told me that we won’t have “lesson” on Saturdays and Sundays, but that we are going to have a little celebration with Daddy when he gets home from Empire State Games tomorrow evening.
Speaking of Empires, L1 and his boat-mates took first place in their event today, the Open Men’s Four with coxswain. I know he is thrilled to be bringing home another gold medal. Meanwhile, I’m almost done with his first sock, having started the toe decreases this afternoon as we’ve been housebound by thunderstorms.
I am bound to praise the simple life, because I have lived it and found it good. When I depart from it, evil results follow. I love a small house, plain clothes, simple living. . . to find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter; to find a quest of wild berries more satisfying than a gift of tropic fruit; to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest, or over a wild flower in spring–these are some of the rewards of the simple life. (J. Burroughs, chapter in The Earth Speaks, by S. VanMatre & B. Weiler)
A Crunchy Life 