This morning, as we sat down for breakfast, the birds were already busy, chattering in the dark like they knew something we didn’t. The sky was still mostly asleep, with just the faintest whisper of daylight brushing the horizon. It felt like a promise: spring is stirring, even if she is still wrapped in her winter shawl.
There’s a quiet shift happening within me too—I can feel it rising, gentle but insistent. Maybe it’s the new season stretching into view, maybe it’s the fresh role and the slowly mending back. Maybe it's those pesky squirrels that keep hopping into my life. Whatever the cause, my mojo is back, and it’s hungry for new projects. I find myself reaching for things to stitch, to knit, to crochet—anything that lets my hands echo the stirrings in my spirit.
It’s not just the craft room that’s calling. The garden is whispering too. I look out of the window and see the season awakening—soft light, restless soil, and the promise of green. I can’t help but start planning, frost-hardy crops and potato buckets with the children for starters.
I’m not making firm commitments this month—just gentle intentions. Plans may shift, squirrels may intervene, and some projects might stay tucked away a little longer. That’s okay. September isn’t asking for perfection, just presence. I’m following the threads that feel right, trusting that progress will come in its own time, and letting joy—not obligation—lead the way.
The ripple blanket continues—row by row, stitch by stitch. It’s not just a project; it’s a companion for cool evenings and quiet reflections. Progress may be slow, but warmth is building.
Christmas is creeping closer, and the ornament stash still needs attention. They’re secret, of course—quietly tucked away and waiting for their moment. A few are completed, and some still in pieces, but the clock is ticking, and the thread is calling.
The works-in-progress list is long. That’s no surprise. I’m not pretending I’ll finish everything, and I’m certainly not feeling guilty about it. Some projects will stay tucked away for now, quietly waiting their turn. Others might get a nudge forward if the mood strikes. September isn’t about clearing the decks—it’s about keeping the projects I want close at hand.
A new squirrel hopped by wearing the cutest of booties the other day—and I couldn’t resist. The yarn is already beside me, whispering promises of playful detours. This one’s a joy project, no deadlines allowed.
If anyone were to peek at my list of focus projects over there on the right, they’d quickly see I’m not exactly sticking to it. I blame the squirrels. They show up uninvited, wearing booties or reminders of younger days and trailing beautiful yarns behind, and suddenly I’m off on a delightful detour. But that’s part of the charm, isn’t it? Plans are lovely, but the real magic happens when curiosity takes the lead.
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Today marked my first solo shift in the new department, and I’m pleased to report it was a cruisy one. I found jobs to do, kept things ticking along, and—perhaps most importantly—my back didn’t grumble once. No tweaks, no complaints. Just steady movement and a sense of ease.
One resident offered a moment of unexpected warmth as I cleared his lunch dishes. “You’re doing alright,” he said, “fitting in nicely—we’ll keep you on.” Or something close to that. It was the kind of comment that lands softly but stays with you.
My colleagues are a good bunch—kind, reassuring, and quietly supportive. The boss returns tomorrow, which might shift the rhythm a little, but I’m not worried. If she keeps me busy, the day will fly by. And I’ll keep showing up, one cruisy shift at a time
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My latest squirrel project (As seen above) involves double-pointed needles—something I haven’t tackled in quite some time. It’s a bit of a brain stretch, so I’m saving it for days off and pockets of peace. No rush, no pressure. Just a quiet challenge waiting in the wings.
Tonight, though, I’ll ripple my way to bedtime. The rhythm of the yarn, the comfort of familiar stitches—it’s the perfect way to close out a cruisy shift and ease into evening.
I hope your week started in the same laid-back manner as mine.
