seeing the light

Who would have thought that spring would arrive so suddenly?  By Monday afternoon, the sun was trying to penetrate the dusty rain-spattered windows and after months of washing hanging up indoors it was warm enough for it to dry outside on the line.  But surely the biggest breakthrough has been that after years of being totally perplexed by the twists and turns of the crochet hook, I can actually crochet .  Through these cold winter months, I have spent hours secretly labouring away at my chain stitches and doubles and half trebles and trebles and, at last, the fog has cleared.

It's a wonderful thing when you finally see the light.