The sweet smell of spring

"Stopping to smell the roses" is a phrase I've heard throughout my life and always understood it in a technical sense. Understanding how to put this statement of advice into practice in a spiritual, self-nurturing way and realizing how it happens had always eluded me. This week however, has really opened my eyes and mind to embrace this idea of life enjoyment. At first I thought that maybe something happened suddenly that made it click in my brain but looking back over the past year I found that it has been creeping up on me slowly.

Lately I've had a week off from work coupled with the most beautiful weather I've ever experienced in Indiana. Spending time outside the city at a farm full of budding trees and the sweet smell of grass and flowers was bliss and I was able to capture the experience and enjoy myself within it.

Yesterday I finally got to meet Bridger, the baby I made the hat for. He had to spend an extra week in the hospital because of jaundice but is now home with Christie and Dan. Absolutely dashing little baby boy and future heart-breaker for sure.

Last night I got so frustrated while trying a new sock toe and had to put my knitting down. I've cast on a sock toe twice now successfully without real instructions and without tears but didn't like the increases so bought a book of toe-up socks. Somehow, reading instructions was infuriating because they didn't make sense to me and didn't work. Surely taking a day off will help me go back to it and give it another go with a clearer head.