I love living in a city that has a canopy of green. I love the change in the leaves in the fall. I love the way the bare branches etch dark lines against the winter sky and turn into traceries of lace in snowfall.
But, once a year, the trees don't love me back.
It seems that the pollen has been heavier than usual this spring, or there hasn't been as much rain to wash it out of the air, or whatever specific tree pollen sets me off has been particularly virulent, but I have been down and out for a couple of days.
I now have medication and I'm feeling a little better, but I have not threaded a needle since the last time I wrote. Poor Eve is still flopping around on the kitchen table waiting for me to assemble her innards. The main piece of Early Spring Lambs hasn't been touched. The rest of the stash has been ignored completely.
There has been a ray of light. This lovely thing arrived in today's mail.
At this time of the year for the past couple of years, I have headed to Salty Yarns for classes from Sherri Jones of Patricks's Woods. I'd be there again this year if it weren't for the fact that I have already taken both classes she's teaching.
(Actually, I thought about going anyway, but I don't have an unlimited number of vacation days. Sadly)
Anyway, having this kit for a retired class show up in my mailbox today is somehow quite perfect. If I can't be there for classes, I can have my own little retreat this week-end.
Assuming I can stop snuffling, snorting, and sneezing long enough to read the directions.