Knitting for Buddhists

January has been a quiet month. Lots of time at home. Maybe a little too much time at home, if you know what I mean.

Three knitting projects have flown off my needles this past week, wrapping up unfinished warm woollies that have been lying around for months. Idle hands may be the Devil's workshop, but man, oh man. Sit down with some mindless knitting and your little brain can crank away in the most sinful directions. Idle hands my ass. It's an idle mind that will really get you in trouble.

Sunday I decided to set down the damned needles and get out that divine camera. Looking at things. Really closely. Will bring you right back to the here and now. Somehow the mundane realities of a snowless winter in upstate New York with lunch boxes to pack and bills to pay is looking a whole lot better.

Note to self: Take more photographs. Really.

Water Lilies

Last weekend the boys went out on Silver Lake for a little fishing, and the big guy brought home a fist full of water lilies for me. They lasted just long enough to capture this shot.

(Much happier to be home playing with the antique camera than in a flat-bottomed boat dodging the occasional wayward cast.)

Pale Yellow Cup

The first daffodil of spring has opened in the garden. The reward for a long, snowy winter.

Petals

Petal soft. My late winter windowsill garden delights with the delicate scent of Primrose and texture of fragile petals (continuing our theme of the week).