I took my knitting to the river so I could watch my men folk (they laugh every time I say that) catch us trout for dinner. It's always a pleasure to go during the week after the tourists have gone home; just the sounds of nature and the company of each other. It was a perfectly overcast day for knitting a sweater outside. The breeze off the spring fed river was cold, but the grass was soft and vibrant green. I snuggled up under a wool blanket and was happy just to be outside again. It even rained a little, but we didn't mind.
A group of small yellow birds were out and about, too. Cole had mentioned just the other day that he'd like to see a goldfinch in person and then wouldn't you know, a half dozen descend upon the river. He was so excited, he yelled, "GOLDFINCH!" They were the funniest little things; bouncing around the grass like one of those tiny plastic wind up chicks! Then they would take off, doing acrobatic stunts over the water to scoop up insects. Besides Cole's hilarious impression of a tourist fishermen, the birds were pure entertainment for the day!
We stayed well into the evening, until everyone was so cold, we couldn't stand it any longer. It was a good day with fresh fish, fresh air and half a sweater finished!
p.s. The trout, cooked by Jake, were delicious, in case you were wondering.
p.p.s I'm joining in with Ginny
for Yarn Along
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