october 21 004

“Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on end may pass blindingly in a quick series of chords, open-shut, together-apart; and then in a single melancholy week may seem like a year’s pining, one long unfolding note.”

october 21 003

“I’m reminded of how Mum’s collies used to greet me on the lawn when I’d come home from a term away at school. They’d never jump up; they were too well trained. They’d yip and circle me, not the predatory way they circled the sheep, but with an inquisitive enthusiasm, waiting for me to roll down in the grass and invite them to lunge, wrestle, and lick me. My parents might have had money, loved each other, loved me and my brothers, but it was the loyalty of those smart beautiful dogs, when I was young, that made my home feel like the safest place in the world.”

october 21 002

“I was in the shop well before opening time, browsing self by shelf through new fiction, to see which not-so-new fiction I must relegate to the less prominent novels & stories shelves. Because of that dreary human predilection for the shiny and new, I always feel when I make this shift as if I’m sending so many bright, hopeful creatures out to pasture before their youth is spent. Though I would never condemn them, as other shops do, to a section entitled literature, a word which to my admittedly over-schooled mind is ossified and clubby. I picture a mausoleum, filled with sagging armchairs and lamps that cast inadequate, jaundiced light.”

october 21 001

I’ve been curled up on the couch with the door and windows open, cool Fall weather keeping me company as I knit my latest market bag and savor “Three Junes.” These quotes don’t do the story justice; I am weary of giving any clues. This is one of the most well-written books I’ve ever read, and these quips are just a few that spoke to me for one reason or another. Julia Glass’ words flow so poetically from the page, I found myself telling a stranger in a coffee shop this week, “This is art on paper!” (Ever the poet, I’m not.)
I am allowing myself short bursts of reading so I don’t finish it too quickly. Her words blend together beautifully. I hope these yarns, when felted, will do the same.


10 Replies to “Seasonal”

  1. I think it is time to go back to the library to check out some books on CD. I don’t have the patience, right now, to sit and read, but I love to listen while busy with my daily activities.

    Lovely knitting! A market bag? Someone should be wearing that beauty!

  2. I read “Three Junes” last year and I loved it. It was one of the most beautifully written books I’ve read. Enjoy reading & knitting!

  3. I think I and David both are confusing to people since we are not pretentious dressers; we are most relaxed and layback that way. However to mention a few of our likes; wine, art, antiques and theater. We certainly do not dress the way most people would expect us to. It has been interesting to us over the years how people do make first-impression judgements on what a person looks like. We have been quite amused at times over the years. Some people just don’t have a clue to look deeper thanthe clothes a person wears.

  4. Hi Kelli, I’m a little late in commenting. But I wanted to tell you how gorgeous those colors look together. Is the one in the middle a mottled self striping yarn?
    Also, do you actually knit and read at the same time?? I’ve always wished I could do that. The best I’ve been able to do is listen to audio books while I crochet.

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