In cwmgors the year and what we filled it with was so dictated by the seasons, and not just four of them, dozens of micro seasons. When you garden you notice every little difference and are always alert to the breath of change on the breeze.
It's different being back in the city. It creeps up on you more. Its not summer, and then it suddenly is summer. It's nowhere near autumn yet, but then soon it suddenly will be, very definitely, autumn.
I do miss all of the gardening, all of that time outdoors just taking it in. Looking at every little plant, every little change in the space. I wonder if there is a way you can stay alert to it all while living in town.
I've been crocheting again after a little break. I actually have a few things on the horizon I want to make. It's keeping me busy and I still find it so theraputic. It would be nice to find a knit and knatter or something to join at some point. Hazel goes to school all day in September and that really will be a big change. I have gone so wrong in so many ways, how amazing it will be to get back to a good place.
I can't get too excited about knitting at the moment. I printed the pattern for a short sleeved jumper but lost interest before I'd even bought all of the needles I needed, and crocheted one with the wool instead. I have been working on a jumper for my mum this week, which had been a bit of a labour of love as I need to make it smaller still, and getting the right stitch count has been a fiddle, but I'm getting there I think. After that I have a bigger project lined up.
I have been absent lately partly because I fell into the pit of despair again. I'm working on it. I seem to have stopped drinking which is interesting and a good thing, and have even started taking vitamins. Now if I just work on getting literally any exercise I should be on my way.
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