I wrote a paper on Robert Frost's "Nothing Gold Can Stay" in University. It haunts me to this day - especially the first line - 'such a great "lens" though which to consider many events of daily life but never more so than this early Spring wherein the imagery of the poem literally resides. No surprise that as winter's last blast (please!) melted I looked out the window Saturday morning with that line in my head."Nature's first green goes down to goldHer hardest hue to holdHer early leaf's a flowerBut only so an hourThen leaf subsides to leafSo Eden sank to griefSo dawn goes down to dayNothing gold can stay..."
Then, it being the weekend of Golf's Master's Tournament (Go Aussies!) where the final prize is the coveted "Green Jacket" and with a lovely Green project on the needles all ready for TV time it was hard to shake off the whole stanza through the day.
Saturday evening fairly catapulted me out of Spring into Summer as I enjoyed a performance by Measha Breugergossman and the Toronto Symphony. Her Knoxville: Summer of 1915 strongly evoking a young child's memories of summer nights in Tennessee.
Sunday, again watching the golfers move about Augusta National among the spring blooms, with bird song in the background and the hushed voices of the announcers I mentally rebooted back to the season now upon us. How could I do otherwise while watching that and knitting glorious woolly green all afternoon and hoping the chilliness lasts until I can wear this cardi this Spring!
The yarn is fabulous! "Tove" means "felt" in Norwegian and you can feel that potential as it moves through your hands with that unmistakable woolly "stickiness" about it. 'So very glad I waited to find this kind of yarn for this knit!
I can well imagine how wearing this as an FO will be a bit of a come down from knitting it! (Uh oh, the first line of that poem's back in my head again!
'Hope you had as good a weekend as I did. Thanks for dropping by!