My Sister and her youngest of 5 left today after only 3 days of fun and being in perpetual motion. I truly forgot how much energy a kiddo of 2 and 3/4 can be.
My little niece is absolutely adorable, but needless to say, I now understand that while my Sis has tried to take up knitting so we can hang and knit together over lattes when I visit, she’s never gotten past the first few inches of any project. She hardly has a moment to even sit down or put a bite of sandwich in her mouth, much less pick up a pair of pointy sticks and make fabric.
She is extremely creative, however, and does make adorable hair bows for little girls. Hopefully soon I’ll have a link to her online shop so you can see them.
And anyway, it’s not important that she learns how to knit for us to hang out, eat naughty things, and laugh our heads off about whatever pops into our minds.
I did manage to get a wee bit of knitting in: a few more inches of my “Something Red” as well as most of my “Biscuit Blanket”. But I accomplished that after everyone had turned in for the night.
In fact, I packed up my knitting to cart along with us (though it didn’t get taken out) on our trip to one of my daughter’s favorite places she calls The Magic Tree. This tree is an ancient California Live Oak tree which grows out from a deep depression in the ground at one end of a local nature preserve. Standing outside its canopy, it looks like an enormous holly bush, but from within, it seems like you’ve stepped into the great hall of some faery’s castle. The huge branches arch over your head and sweep downward until they rest on the ground, like great winding rivers of wood. It really is a very cool place. Which is alot for me to say.
You see, I am not much of nature person. Well, that’s not entirely true, because I absolutely love animals, adore thunder showers and sunsets and stars, and I swoon over flowers. I think my problem with nature and why I don’t relish spending hours on end hiking or hanging out in it, comes down to three big things: Insects, Sweat, and Dirt. Heck, I don’t even mind all the dirt too much. It’s the bugs. And the sweat. And hey, those two don’t play too well together. Please don’t try to talk me out of this point of view. CR has tried numerous times. Doesn’t work. It just makes me Grouchier. And camping…bah! The ultimate horror to me.
But I was willing to overlook my adversion to these little nuisances in order to take my Bug, my Sis and little Miss Pooky on a bit of an adventure on their second day here. So we went to the tree.