Yarn along: Almost Sleeves

 

 200 lbs of rye hand-seeded.  I finished with the whole first grazing line last night before it got too dark.  It was really pretty wandering the pastures with the almost-full moon rising. 

 I was just reading recently in Rudolf Steiner's book, How to Know Higher Worlds that watching the sunrise gives you the emotional impressions of birth, but watching the moon rise will make you feel it to be associated with death.  It just doesn't do that for me at all.  Especially if the moon rises in the daytime - which no one thinks about usually.  The moon seems to be culturally embedded in nighttime, for some reason.  I think I was in 7th grade when I realized one day that the moon was rising and it was 2pm.  When I see the moon rising, especially if I am tossing handful after handful of rye seeds as far as they will go across the earth, I feel like there should be a celebration of some sort that evening.  I think of fertility and dream of lush, green rye pastures.

I am still working on Mirin's cabled vest.  It's been very busy around here, so I haven't had much time to work on it.  Last week I got excited and started to cast off for the sleeves, but then I measured it again and decided to add another inch.  I'd rather error on too long than too short.  I'd like to not be knitting another one next fall, too.  I like the cable pattern, but there are other projects my hands are itching to work on, and this is going very slowly.

We are just finishing up Alice Through the Looking-glass for our evening reading.  We first read Alice in Wonderland.  I'd forgotten how much I enjoy these stories.  They are so funny and there are so many amusing puns.  We have the annotated version, so it is easier to understand some of the more Victorian jokes.