Monday, June 18, 2018
It’s a terrific scorcher today. The sky is white-hot, the sultry air is thick. Suddenly-blossoming antique roses sprawl along the prickly hedge and the perfume from them suffuses easily and heavily into the kitchen window. The lily buds are fat and ready, and the cherries are just the color of bittersweet now. In a week I will start eating them in tart little handfuls, when they are not yet quite ripe. I sit in front of the fan, beside the open window, and glow with sweat and contentment. My happiest season is here. The farmer mowed his meadow over the weekend, just as I was waxing all rhapsodic about it. It looks like a kid who’s just given himself a haircut with a pocketknife, clumped with dead grass and brown patches. This is the way of it in the country—things grow, things die, things grow again. A farmer has no time to be sentimental about a wildflower meadow.
Obviously, I’m still knitting. This is my newly-finished Relax pullover. It is very relaxing, in every way, really. So much plain knitting, and so easily worn. It looks absurd without a person in it—enormous body, and teeny little doll sleeves—and I have no idea why it works so well, but it does. Something about the shoulder shaping, I think, keeps it from being just a sad, droopy sack. Anyway, it’s great. I used Primrose Yarn Co. Sophia (a 3-ply fingering weight) in the [I’m pretty sure discontinued, ugh] colorway “Abyss”, and I alternated skeins to prevent the wildly vareigated patterning from pooling too much. It is just about exactly the colors of all my favorite jeans in all the denim stages of fading. It feels just right for summer.