A fork in the road.

As Yogi Berra once said, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”  We all experience times when our plans are moving along nicely in a forward direction and then something or some things happen and we have to make a detour. 

I had planned on getting lots of hooking done on my Snow Angel mat, but that didn’t happen.  I did tweak it a bit with a thin line of dusky lavender hooking between the sky and the snow, which I think helps it a lot.  And I hooked more snow, using a wider cut and lighter tint as I move down to the foreground.   I think it adds interest to use different widths of strips in a piece.  The deadline for this mat is far in the future, so I’m not worried about finishing it.

Instead of hooking, I found myself sitting with a pair of knitting needles and two shades of pink yarn as I knitted furiously to complete five pink hats for friends attending the Women’s Marches in DC and Philadelphia.  It was a way for me to do my small part in this important event.  Not everyone was in favor of these hats, but they worked to create unity among those marching.

Another fork in the road was hearing that a good friend had to have emergency surgery.  I got out my big stockpot and proceeded to make her some chicken soup just like my mother used to make.  I haven’t made it in a number of years, but it’s like riding a bike.   I hope it will bring her warmth and comfort.

I’m hoping for some actual wintery weather with snow.  We have had unusually warm weather recently.  But there’s still February, which can bring the white stuff around here.

There’s a lot of beauty out there on life’s pathways, wherever they lead us.

A bit of progress on Snow Angel.

A bit of progress on Snow Angel.