These Summer Days, Vol. 2

Summer sock knittingI sat on the deck of our “glamping” tent/cabin the other night at dusk, daring myself to finish a heel flap and turn before the last of the sunlight abandoned my needles, leaving me to tend with stardust alone. I listened to the peepers and bullfrogs, coming alive along the lake. The last flame’s of Reed’s Smores-Campfire crackled as resonances of bedtime filtered in from the adjacent campsites. Reed was snoring softly by now, tuckered from our day of paddling and playing on the lake. He occupied himself with fishing for trout that were ever-evasive and meeting new little friends from far away lands (Oakland!). I knew I was pushing the light situation by the time I reached the heel flap, but I went for it. What can I say? I’m reckless in this regard. (Did I mention my yarn was dark brown? No help at all!)

These summer daysAs I knit, my thoughts drifted to this time a year ago and all the days in between. Moments ago, I reread that post and feel I could write those same words again today. Just last week, I told Reed we need to plant another round of sunflowers, and my hanging baskets look even more pitiful this year than last. If it weren’t for Reed himself, steeped in that miraculous stage of childhood where they grow and develop so much EVERY DAY that I am in a constant state of shock when I realize all that he comprehends and expresses. It baffles me how one moment Reed and I can be tangled up in a complex conversation about something abstract like refugees, which he seems to actually understand…yet the next moment we are just as absorbed in a lengthy negotiation about teeth brushing , which he invariably seems to win.

These summer daysWe camped our little hearts out this summer. Four trips! The last of the camping gear is hovering in my kitchen, waiting for me to tuck the now-clean dishes away in storage for next year’s adventures. After that, maybe I will go out and plant those sunflower seeds after all to guarantee myself bright blooms into October.

These summer daysIn the meantime, I did survive that in-the-dark heel turn. I am in total awe of those of you brave enough to be habitual move theatre knitters. Inspection of my work in the morning light revealed a botched-final row, easy enough to tink back and fix. I lucked out.

There’s two full weekends left in August, and I hope to fill them with as much river and pool time as possible. After that, it’s fall (even though it’s not technically fall and the weather is still quite pleasant for the entire month). I love to watch Reed revel in summertime. Those long hours of daylight inspire busyness and, of course, mischief. I am trying to treasure them. I really am.

Just as long as he doesn’t unravel my socks…

Joining Ginny and beginning to read Man Called Ove after FINALLY finishing the fourth Neapolitan novel+. I truly recommend reading this series. It has been fabulous.

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17 Comments

  • Reply pumpkin sunrise August 17, 2016 at 4:49 am

    what fun memories you are making with your family. I used to go camping with my family growing up. I now am married to someone who thinks the Marriot is camping enough 🙂 I’m okay with that. Yay for sock knitting in the dark!!

  • Reply Kat with a K August 17, 2016 at 5:11 am

    Such great photos! And, I hope you love Ove as much as I did! I really want to read the Neapolitan series!

  • Reply Joy August 17, 2016 at 6:21 am

    Summer camping knitting is the best knitting. Just looking at your pictures is restful!

  • Reply Florence Kerns August 17, 2016 at 7:23 am

    Camping and knitting are some of my favorite activities, too. Do you find that your knitting projects smell like campfire later? My last camping/knitting project still had a bit of campfire smell even after washing and blocking…oops! Lovely photos too 🙂

  • Reply stephanie August 17, 2016 at 7:26 am

    I loved Ove, too…..and Britt Marie. Be sure to queue that one up. Those lazy days of summer….what a treasure. Ours has turned into monsoon season, and while I can hardly complain when I see the flood devastation in Louisiana….I’m still Not HapPy with the mosquito turnout that is celebrating it.

  • Reply Sierra August 17, 2016 at 1:39 pm

    I’m a bit jealous of your camping, I wasn’t able to go this summer. Next year I need at lease a weekend to spend in front of the fire with my knitting.

  • Reply Stefanie August 17, 2016 at 5:23 pm

    I love how you take your son camping. My brother and his family are big time campers. I love how Reed is so brave to accompany you on the paddle boarding.

  • Reply chrisknits August 17, 2016 at 5:38 pm

    Our camping doesn’t start until milder weather. We have hot, sticky, humid summers that don’t agree with my idea of fun! LOL. Our summers are for Daytona Beach. Glad your sock didn’t require more tinking. I used to knit in movies, now I just prefer to watch the movie! Of course, those days were taking my littles to see the movie, so I wasn’t as into the plots and knitting saved my sanity!!!

  • Reply Julie Crawford August 18, 2016 at 12:56 pm

    4 camping trips, you are totally making the most of this summer! And how amazing that Reed can fathom the refugee crisis, but why one might want to brush their teeth is more abstract. Maybe it’s the personhood of it all- what if his teeth were like little people or animals that desperately want to be loved and cared for? I might try that with my kid. Oh, but I did get her a battery electric toothbrush (just the kid kind you can get for $6) and that really helped the teeth brushing. I adore that photo at the end of Reed crashed out in the tent- so precious.

  • Reply itsallaboutpurple August 18, 2016 at 3:34 pm

    you are so brave, i am not a camper!! i want to love it, but i just don’t!! your little one is adorable, i would be careful featuring him, he steals the show!!!!!

  • Reply Kat August 23, 2016 at 6:52 pm

    My GOD, Reed is getting so big! We played with the wooden crab today – it was exciting and scary all at the same time.

    Enjoy these last summer days before September strikes and forces us into fall. It is the best change of seasons and always, so bittersweet.

    • Reply Andrea @ This Knitted Life August 24, 2016 at 10:10 am

      I forgot all about that crab! Reed is getting big. Long days, short years. Or at least that’s what they say. Love to you and yours!

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