This scarf was knit entirely by the sand, I mean by hand.
This was my summer knitting project, amongst a few others, that traveled to and from the beach every day. This one with it's bright, happy colors finished first.
Is it the ease of carrying it around?
Is it the mindless knitting that allows my full attention in other places simultaneously?
Is it the delightful colors that mesmerize me?
Yes. Yes. Yes.
I've raved about this scarf many times.
I've said what a great beginning knitting project this would be with the maximum satisfaction with the end product.
Most of all though, it seems to be my most worn knit item.
So if you haven't tried the Noro Scarf yet, you might want to.
You'll find, with any research at all, that it's extremely difficult to not post about fifty pictures of this scarf. The colors I tell ya....they get me every time!
What are you knitting these days?
We pulled into the driveway, parked the car and pulled out all our duffel bags and children from our travels. We pushed past the small mound of mail to be looked at later and dumped the bags in the middle of the living room. Only because that is all we had the strength to do.
We began touring the house with the children all proclaiming their rooms to be "so great" and they "missed them so". The big daddy and I soooo tired from our long travels and no sleep on a red eye flight and well, you know the story, sat down on the couch and sighed. Home at last.
A bit later there was some flurry around the duffel bags and a few crucial things were pulled out. Wet suits, a pair of shoes, not much really. Then, we began looking through the mail as to further procrastinate the unpacking. Ten minutes later our three year old walked up to me lying on the couch and said, "there's a frog in the kitchen."
I may have mumbled "uh-huh, okay..." keeping my eyes closed.
He said it again, "Mama there's a frog in the kitchen".
My eyes flew open and I said, "what?" sensing now that something was amiss.
He said again, eyes fixed toward the floor, very matter of fact, "there's...a...frog...in...the...kitchen".
In seconds all five of us were on our feet hurling toward the kitchen.
Now I ask you...have any of you EVER had a frog in your kitchen?
After all the excitement of catching him, chasing him (I'm assuming it was a him for lack of better frog/toad knowledge) and everyone giggling and screaming and him jolly and jumping everywhere it was the big daddy who finally scooped him up and shuffled him outside much to the protests of my children.
Shaking our heads, smiles on our faces we went back to resting, mail sorting, etc.
Every two minutes I kept saying out loud "How did that frog get inside?" I thought maybe the children had left the door open, or taken something outside and brought it inside. No one.
Finally on about the twelfth time of me saying this the big daddy slowly sat up and said, "I pulled out the shoes."
Now it was quite some time before we had this epiphany but you have to understand how tired we were. "What?" I said.
"I pulled out our guys tennis shoes. Out of the duffel bag".
These very same tennis shoes had been sitting out on the porch for the whole of our vacation. Tennis shoes at the beach? Exactly! The child had been in flip flops since arrival.
When we left we tucked the shoes from the porch into a plastic bag with another pair of wet shoes and tucked them in a duffel. My duffel if were being exact.
This was the bag taken from the duffel to remove the wet shoes not forty minutes earlier. And, there it sat about ten feet from the discovery of said "frog".
So not only was there a frog in our house but this frog had traveled thousands of miles over an ocean having gone through security, agriculture check and still made it to our house living, breathing and croaking.
Can you believe that??!!!??
I still can't.
The children immediately raced outside to find the frog. Flashlights, neighbors, down on hands and knees looking for over thirty minutes to no avail.
So, as funny as we thought this was we immediately realized that setting an island frog free in the mountains may not have been the smartest of moves. Insert again how tired we were that it took so long to figure this out.
So what else is a girl to do but call animal control and make sure that some serious frog epidemic isn't going to harm anything in the area/people/the frogs that we have here in the mountains? That's the other thing, I don't even know the types of frogs that live here nor do I know if they would be friendly to a visiting islander. I would hope that they would but now I was getting concerned for our little friend.
Animal control thought our call was a joke. They have yet to call us back.
There's a frog in our front yard who crossed an ocean to get here through pain of x-ray and stinky tennis shoes and all day I wondered....
Should I start knitting this poor guy a sweater because he won't be used to winter of this sort. Not that it would do any good as I can't find him anyway. I can hear him happily croaking as of last night when I watered the yard but whenever I got too close he became very quiet. Maybe a bit suspicious that we would throw him into another pair of shoes, I assume...
I suppose it gives light to the old joke of why did the chicken cross the road...only here its why did the frog cross an ocean, well to see what it was like to live in the mountains of course.
That is all.
Hope you have a delicious, delightful weekend with family and friends. I'll see you back here on Tuesday with some knitting fresh off the needles.
***edited*** it seems that Fall brought with it a round of colds and coughs after the weekend....I will be back soon, I promise, with knitting fresh off the needles...Thursday? I hope.
What amazes me most about photographs is how they can capture one moment and suspend it in time. How a glimpse years later can send your mind whirling off into another story or your own memories.
As I compiled these pictures from our trip I realized that photographs provide the opportunity to see that moment in real life. As so much is usually happening in, on and around these photographs its just a bit of the whole story.
The amazing sunset that we saw only because we turned around from our long walk on the beach back to our place.
The feet constantly covered in sand and how mother nature can make the most mundane thing beautiful.
The photograph of our little birthday girl in her fairy suit scooting down the beach toward the water again and again and again...
The feeling of looking up, growing big enough to take on the waves, building castles and hoping they will be there the next day and seeing beauty in the morning just as the sun is rising.
The smile of a boy who just had a ride on a HUGE wave and only wants to do it again.
The rainbow after a rainstorm and napping baby feet good enough to nibble on.
The fragrant flowers and a sea faring adventure.
The lily pond filled with just enough light as my honey and I take an early morning walk for lattes.
The little one perfectly happy with a bucket and a shovel.
The double rainbow after an even bigger rainstorm with all of us huddled under an umbrella eating our dinner. That food never tasted so good.
The girl surfer of ours catching wave after wave and making friends out in the ocean.
The tree so big I couldn't capture it all in one photo. Stretching its limbs across the sky to give us shade. thank you big tree.
And, my favorite beach with its views, sunsets and logs that if you look quickly look as though a mermaid is sunning herself.
All in all I'm a lover of photographs.
A "capturer" of moments.
A mama attempting to find those times in between all the other not so fun stuff, to cherish what is beautiful. To see what is significant and worth remembering.
That for me is what photographs can do.
It's magic isn't it?
Since we live near the mountains we have all types of seasons.
We have Fall with it's apples, children off to school, brightly colored leaves and warm mittens.
We have Winter which brings snow, sledding, holidays and wool sweaters.
Spring arrives as green shoots burst from the brown ground, loads of birds sing, bikes are dusted off and taken on adventures, and the warm sunshine returns.
Summer brings outdoor dining, farmers markets, hiking, swimming neighbors and joyful swinging.
We love it all.
But, the one thing we don't get enough of is the ocean.
It's the place we love to visit when we travel.
There's something nourishing about being so small in such a vast ocean.
Feeling the sand between your toes and getting to bed way too late just because you needed a bit more time to swim.
We have looked forward to this time at the beach all summer.
We are soaking it up, breathing it in and other than the occasional sibling squabbling, that must have made its way into someones duffel bag, we are having a delightful time finding a new rhythm.
Walks have never been so motivating as they are at the beach and a good long swim makes everything right with the world.
Plus, I've been making sure to get some sand into my new Noro scarf just because.
So all in all we are enjoying Summer and all it brings us.
I hope your summer is just what you are wishing for.
As you may have noticed we've been traveling. Traveling for spring break. Traveling 2,970 miles to be exact from the mountains to the beach and all the states in between. Traveling with the car and bikes and trailer and four children somewhere in the back of the car. Traveling with high hopes for a great adventure.
We visited lands that hold striking rock formations and epic sun/rain showers over the mountains. We camped at a cozy campsite, surfed waves and played in golden sand. We breathed in the moisture and soaked up the sun.
We laughed and wondered as parents how a car with four children can seem so small. Overall we learned some things. We learned about ourselves, about our children and mostly about an adventure in the car across many states.
I'd like to share some of the valuable things we now know...
#2--Two days of bad food is all it takes to make a salad look REALLY good.
#3--Every mama should have a Mary Poppins bag of surprises.
#4--Children will wake up at the same time they usually do no matter when you get them to bed.
#5--More than four to five hours in the car is recipe for fussiness.
#6--Be flexible. With four children it is REQUIRED.
#7--When one goes to the restroom all the children should go even when they say they are fine. Unless you like stopping at every gas station along the way.
#9--Remember to bring rain boots when camping so you aren't squishing around in wet shoes for two days.
#10--Make sure you dry out camping gear right away. If you forget, the smell will remind you.
#11--Snacks!!! Need I say more?
#12--Somewhere in the car there will be ground in raisins, spilled water, broken crayons and miscellaneous ripped papers. Providing quite a fun treasure hunt when you go to vacuum it out.
#13--Twenty-five cents for bouncy balls is a wise investment.
#14--You know you've had a good time when you wish the adventure and time with dear friends would last just one more day.
Now, I'm off to continue the laundry that I started last night. The laundry that I will more than likely still be doing tonight. But, I will think about our adventure and smile and fold and smile and fold...
Have a great Monday.