The start of a Hermione mitten. I saw them at Beth's place and knew they were for me! She's like that, Beth. So far, I love the pattern. It's fun to do cables again. The yarn is from my stash. It is Hebredian yarn, colorway mountain hare, which in reality looks nothing like this picture. This is the type of yarn color that I can get either the color or the texture/pattern right. Not both. So, I'll do a color photo shoot another day.
You know I like to knit mittens, right?
haha! Oh, sometimes...
And I like the sky. When someone calls me the sky queen, I have to put up a sky shot every now and again so I won't be dethroned.

Sky at dawn. It's much cloudier now as it's raining. The weather cannot make up it's mind which season it would like to be in. I do believe we have seen all 4 seasons in the past week.
A story about a tree
When Bethany was in 5th grade, 7 years ago, on arbor day she brought home a tree. "Tree" is such a big word for what it was. It was a twig. It was about 12 inches high with a couple of roots hanging off the end. The paper wrapper proclaimed it as a dogwood tree. As life sometimes is, it was a busy time. I stuck the twig in a big pot of dirt and watered it now and again for about a month. I doubted the tree would have a future in our yard. I couldn't figure out what to do with it.
As luck would have it, our neighbor, Ian picked that time to work his "magic". He cleared his property, which is behind our house, of all trees. I understood why some of them had to go but not all. It looked so naked and left us feeling so exposed. Where trees sheltered us, there were none anymore. We took to calling him "Ian the tree hater". He was. A tree hater.
I looked at the twig in a pot and my idea grew. That tree needed to be planted in between our homes. I dug a hole, threw in some peat moss and planted the dogwood twig. I put a circle of rocks around it so it would not get mowed down by Andy during his yarn work, that is how small and insignificant it was. Bethany was so proud that "her" tree got planted. As I watched the tree grow, I realized it grew in my heart as well. That tree reminded me of the 5th grade Bethany,of Ian the tree hater (who is long gone now) and the plain fact that given enough time and love, things grow. 7 years later, that tree is taller than I am. It stands about 10 maybe 12 feet high. We got our first flowers on it last summer. This summer it bloomed profusely.
I love that little tree.
A couple of weeks ago, we got the freak snowstorm. I looked out the window and saw Bethany's tree in distress.

See the sagging branch hanging over the neighbor's driveway? Poor tree. I pointed it out to Andy and said aloud "I hope that tree doesn't break, I love that tree". Andy disappeared in the basement for a while. This is man's domain so I just accepted it as something with power tools. But he came up the stairs, boots and gloves on, bundled up in a winter coat. He went out to the tree and shook the snow off the branches of the tree.
I, of course, took a picture through the window. Hey, it was cold outside!

What a guy, huh? The roots in my heart, for the man and the tree grew a little firmer that day.
Take notice of the color of the leaves on the tree. Green turning to gold.
Look at them now!

I do believe that tree is thanking us!