The wind in the palm trees


We’re back home again. We’ve switched palm trees, the Mediterranean sea and the Riviera to changing leaves and grey skies and everything that is everyday life. The three hours long plane ride helped make great progress to my second mitt and there are just a few rows left now. A hat and almost a full pair of mitts and the ocean, what a vacation. I’m spending the evening on the couch knitting and dreaming of breaking waves and wind ruffling the palm tree leaves.