Mending

It's been a busy week, although I've had to sit very still. Last Wednesday, a slightly sore Joshua threw me headfirst over his left shoulder, and I landed on the still very hard ground flat on my back. I think I bruised a rib.

So this has been a week of quiet mending: the antique pillowcases that are so soft but are starting to get a few small holes, the old fences at the farm that always seem to start to fall apart with the softening of the ground in preparation for winter's freeze. And now my rib. I imagine it slowly knitting back together inside my back, as I knit together the holes in last winter's handknit socks, sitting on the sofa in the only comfortable position I can find.