So lately, I’ve been sitting around contemplating things other than yarn or fiber. Amazing isn’t it?
Topics of discussion have been:
1. Glaciers. Specifically how they look in calm water. The colors are amazing.
2. Books I’ve wanted to read or want to re-read. Yes, I bought a copy of A Prayer For Owen Meany this week.
3. How nice it would be if it were fall. It’s been at or around 90 for weeks. I’m so over it.
The glue to this thought process? I’d love to be able to sit outside in the cool air, feeling the cool wind on my cheeks, watching the leaves fall and enjoy the fact that though the sun is out, it is no longer the blazing ball of death. It’s the sun that comes up to melt the frost off of my car windows and warm my back as I sit in my chair and lose myself in memories of the summer. There is something about reading outside in the fall that makes me a very happy girl.
I’m still playing in the kitchen with my yarn. Today’s offering is based on a favorite childhood poem by Eugene Field, Winkin Blinkin and Nod. I remember the most beautiful illustrations that went a long with the poem – very dreamy and celestial. Yesterday, while trolling the interwebs for items of interest, I found this. (Clickey. If you don’t, you’ll miss out. I swear.) I’ve always loved this poem, and the artwork captures it perfectly.
From these two things, Sail Away was born.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea—
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish—
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
Are you ready to sail away with me yet? Fabulous. Because I’m on a journey, and I’ve decided to take you along for the ride.