as i knit

i imagine walking the woods...

shades of browns and grays and soft subtle sweets hues of pink filling my eyes... bleakness...starkness...the land surrounding...tis a silent hush...sleeping ones tending their spirit at best...resting quietly...calmly...no stirring found...desolate scenes left standing from the winds and rain...the frigid ice and snow...yet the river rages...dancing upon the rocks below...

Ruth Stout once said:

"There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you. In Spring, Summer and Fall people sort of have an open season on each other Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quieter stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself."