Remembering all those who knit for the troops during both world wars.

Winter sky at Rolling Bay and Manitou Beach and Ferncliff, Bainbridge Island WA--sources of joy (almost) every day.

By accident, I learned brioche stitch from a reversible slip-stitch ribbing . . . and found my scarf in Freia wool resembles the striations of shells I picked up in Eagle Harbor, Washington.

Here is a basket of my hand-knitted socks. Sock knitting was comfort food during 15 years of studies and university teaching. And, besides, I could not resist sock yarn.