claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
this is what i begged of jen while we were on the phone…and she did.
jen taught me a new techinque of knitting
and i started a humble scarf, working on it
during my retreat away…then while on the phone
i hear from eliza, “for my god…for my god.”
half the scarf is no more. need i say it…load of mousies?
what did you call this, deb? frogging?