We drove to our cabin Saturday night, and planned to have quiet Sunday in the woods.
7:15 AM
Dave was still in the cabin making coffee while I was sitting on the porch contemplating an entire day of nothing but knitting.
What to knit? What to knit? I lined up these small, 20 yard, skeins of yarn and decided to make a striped hat.

While I was contemplating Dave made more than coffee. The cinnamon rolls appeared at the same time as the KNITTERS HANDY BOOK OF PATTERNS.

Like the good girl I am, I did a gauge swatch and measured it. The only measuring instrument at our cabin in the woods happens to be a yard stick, but it works.

In addition to measuring tools, I neglected to bring along any short circular needles or double points that I might need to knit a hat. I improvised using two very long circular needles.

Time for another color.

Here is the view from the porch where I planned to spend the day knitting.

Of course, by this time Dave has started his own chores. He spent the day painting.

Time goes on, the hat grows, the coffee turns into Diet Coke. What is that? A skein of Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn has appeared on the porch, along with a box containing sock needles. mmmmmmm.....................


Noon
Being the fickle knitter that I am, I switched over to the socks abandoning the hat. It was getting way too warm by this time to be working on a hot hat anyway. Note the fan in the photo.

2 PM
Dave is waiting for the paint to dry and wants to take a ride in the woods. I want to knit, but I have been sitting so long that I can't feel my feet.
I think that it is best that I go along.

It is dry in the north woods and the trails are very dusty.

The ferns are drying up earlier than normal.


I have had my eye on this pink rock for more than a year now. Mostly, Dave just drives by and says "There's your rock". I really want to bring it home. This trip Dave indulges me and offers to show me how heavy it really is.

My muscle man couldn't lift it. He could barely move it.

The rock stays.

I am OK with that. It was the "effort" that counted.

We brought home this rock instead. Very sparkly!

How about the size of this rock????

Maybe I left my camera in the woods or in the truck, but somehow I neglected to take anymore knitting photos until bedtime. By the time I was ready to turn in, I had turned the heel on the sock, the hat remained abandoned and I could feel my feet again. (
I did finish the hat today, on the way home)