At the ground that is. Flowers growing thru cracks in the sidewalk are so hopeful. These are growing out of a bit of broken curb in front of my apartment. Which is really bold of this little plant- cars park up over that curb regularly. Not really a shrinking violet now is it?
I could use some hope this week. I would like to think I could be as reasonable and polite as the Japanese seem to be about having to live in a shelter or worse, without one. Just waiting, not knowing if any family members are alive and knowing they have no home to return to. Since there are days when I can’t go to the grocery store without wanting to thrash everyone there, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to face disaster with any degree of equanimity. It is however something I can hope for.
I promised to post pictures of my Rose Window Beret:
I really like the pattern it is just complicated enough to keep me interested without being so challenging it makes me want to swear and throw it. I think it will be very pretty when it’s finished and blocked.
I do hope if I ever get caught in a disaster that I have some knitting with me.