Though I woke to a blanket of snow the morning before yesterday, I sense the quickening of spring in the air around me. I hear it in the song of birds returned, smell it on the softening breeze, and feel it in the sun upon my face. The time for growth is soon at hand.
Knittymunchkin has most certainly felt it too. He is walking like a professional and exploring his world from the moment he wakes, until the last minutes of the day, snuggled in my arms before bedtime. He has learned his first word (“Mama”) and I think my heart might explode every time I hear him say it.
Renewed interest in my garden has swelled up from somewhere deep inside of me. After an entire season of neglect, I have a lot of work ahead of me to get things back in order. R. Darling insisted on buying me the composter I kept looking at, and keeps encouraging me to give it a try as I waffle over whether it was a good decision or not. Growing up with a mother who composted the “cheap” way, I got a little grossed out by the piles of food waste that littered the yard in various locations throughout the years. Though I couldn’t deny my mom knew what she was doing, I always felt there must be a better, i.e. cleaner, way to do the whole thing. Lucky for me, composting is back in vogue and there are lots of options. Perhaps next year we’ll put in the raised beds for vegetables that I’ve been wanting for a while and with a little work maybe the dahlias I’ve been craving too. But for now, I’ve started some zinnia and poppy seeds in my upstairs bathroom window and I can’t wait to see them blooming this summer.
Perhaps you’ve noticed the array of socks being added to my Ravelry queue lately. Maybe it was finally finishing my Jaywalkers, the fact that I’ll be attending Sock Summit 2011 this summer (are you going too? let me know!), or the fact that I still have 15 lbs. to lose and just cannot justify knitting a sweater for a weight I don’t want to be, but whatever it is, I have sock fever! Good thing I’ve got a stash that’s fit to burst with fingering yarns. I’m thinking a pair of Leyburn socks in Hazel Knits’ Cami Chic or perhaps the it’s time to jump on the Monkey Sock bandwagon.
I decided it is also about time I take the leap into the unknown and put some effort into a dream I’ve had for many years now. I’m going to start with something small and manageable and enter this writing contest. I am, of course, fraught with fears. What if no one wants to hear my life story? Do I have a life story worth sharing? What do I write about? What if I suck? What if I don’t win? But worse: what if I never even try? I feel the opportunities to achieve what I want in my life becoming fewer and fewer as the years pass me by. As Yoda would say, “Do or do not. There is no try.”
So you see, I’m growing too.