Sunday, March 10, 2013

My Granddaughter's Hands

Teach me to knit, she asks, and there is a yarn shop just down the street from Sunrise Cottage.  We have been to church, had good tacos and wraps for lunch, and the afternoon is warm at last.


 She is five and knitting is hard work. Time to decorate Grandpa with some scraps of yarn.

Then, an interpretive dance with coasters.


It will be very hard to leave here on Tuesday.