Thanks to a software near-disaster at the end of October, the last part of 2015 was something of a scramble. I’m not entirely caught up yet, but I’ve finally reached a degree of behindness close enough to the usual that I no longer feel frantic.
Knitting Time
the old year sits by the hearth
in a basket, a Gordian tangle of half
finished projects in mixed hues and fibers, loose
ends to which the new year sadly offers
no resolution
Photo by April Heltsley
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