It's been a long slow process but I think I've finally done it - I've turned into my mother. Not the complete version just yet because I've never mastered the fancy stitches but I'm on my way. My mother's hands are never idle, knitting needles are like extensions of her fingers.
“Properly practiced, knitting soothes the troubled spirit, and it doesn't hurt the untroubled spirit either.” Elizabeth Zimmernann
Something has been wrong with my spirit, I haven't sat down to do a blog post for nearly two weeks, and was pretty patchy in the weeks before then, too. I'm not sure that the knitting has helped with the spirit but it will definitely help with keeping the grandkids warm.
The knitting started with the power cuts when the light wasn't good enough for reading. It was easier to keep warm wrapped in a blanket and knitting.
It hasn't been all that cold today but it's still wet. Feels like it's been wet forever. Floodwater rises, goes away, comes back. The weather has caused total chaos here in Northland although nowhere near as bad here as further north. And I don't use the roads that have been washed away, including parts of State Highway One. These shots are along our road to town. There are a few slips but you can get around them. I guess it will be a while before the road is repaired, there are so many worse problems for the roadworkers to worry about.
Hard to imagine there's a little creek and a neighbour's farm under all that somewhere. Who would be a farmer?! I don't know how the farmers keep on smiling.
I've seen photos of spider's webs in paddocks after floods but had never actually seen it myself until these floods. Wish I could have got closer.