Week Two update - It is easy being green

In deference to Kermit the Frog it is easy being green.

I have worked on two projects this week. From Monday to Friday I worked (albeit slowly) on spinning the last ounce of my merino/tencel fibre and then last night I took my wheel out onto the back porch to do my first ever 4ply yarn.

It took a long time to ply - at least an hour - and I have to even out my three remaining bobbins to finish the 4 ply.  In the end I will have 4 ounces and I will report on the yardage in a couple of weeks.

I only knit on Miette this week and I am about half a sleeve to finishing.

Today I am off to Vancouver Island to teach for a week, and then to my sister's on the little island for some R and R.  I am taking four little advent projects to work on while away, plus of course finishing Miette and I have a birthday present that needs to be finished by August 4th.  I will also take my drop spindle and some washed and carded fleece so I can keep up with Tour de Fleece this month.

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Walking to Hope

My son and I are friends on an app called Strava.  It is a fitness app that allows you to post your activities.  A few months ago I noticed my son started giving his activities cute names and often were accompanied by cute pictures as well. 

I started to name my walks and swims and aqua classes.  Often the name is just where I was, or who I was with but there is one that is named for where I am going. 

Walking to Hope.

Every Friday I meet some people for coffee at Hope Centre.  I have been meeting up with them since last November.   Now that the good weather is upon us I take advantage of it and walk the 4 1/2 km to the meeting place.  It takes me about 45 minutes.  My dh picks me up afterwards somewhere along the route as I walk home. 

I admitted to a friend recently that I don't like walking just to walk.  I need to be on an errand, or with a friend catching up.  I rarely will go for a walk without a destination in mind. 

Usually I walk to the mall to shop, or to the library to return/borrow a book, or to get my haircut, or see the doctor/dentist.  I am fortunate to live in a place where walking to these places is an option and is doable for me. 

But now Friday has become the best of destinations. 

I walk to Hope. 

As I walk I reflect on the beauty of where I live.  The horse stables I pass by.  The house with all the bird houses in the front yard. 

The house with the hedge trimmed like a prancing pony.

 I even give thanks for the new construction that has allowed for a wonderful walking/biking path under the highway overpass.  It used to be such a dank, scary place to walk under.  I walk past the old houses on the grand boulevard and the more modern ones that seem to be springing up here and there.  A district in transition.

Just like me.