"A subtle chain of countless rings The next unto the farthest brings; The eye reads omens where it goes, And speaks all languages the rose; And, striving to be man, the worm Mounts through all the spires of form."Nature, Ralph Waldo Emerson
"ta...dah...." I have at last begun to knit my Lida shawl. I have knitted enough rows to complete it...You wouldn't know to look at it because I have also unravelled as many. But that doesn't matter. I love working with the linen yarn and seeing the pattern evolve. That's what comes of watching subtitled Swedish Drama's at the same time as knitting lacy patterns from a chart. The pattern is simple, I just keep looking away from the chart and returning to the wrong place. Never mind I'm learning Swedish at the same time. Or instead...It seems I can't do both.
I stopped reading The Heat of the Day. I don't like leaving things unfinished and usually stoically forge on. But it was too wordy for my mood. Too many adjectives and too much dialogue whilst too little was being said, and even less left to read between the lines. Maybe it's a winter read.
I've started reading Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson. It is poetic....beautiful. You can download it free as a pdf or Ebook from Project Gutenberg. But I want to get a paper copy as well, an old one. I want to study it and scribble notes in pencil in the margins.
I'm joining Ginny's yarn along at Small Things, and Frontier Dreams this week...are you coming too?