The other day the wind was chilly! I got to thinking about a little boy, 4,500 miles away and so I got out my knitting needles and some bright, pumpkin coloured wool.
I started to knit and the knitting began to grow…
The needles were sharp, just like the wind. They flew on the breeze as the leaves began to come down.
With my tape measure I measured, yes that’s coming on…
The pattern had told me just where to cast on…
I looked at the end result with a puzzled frown. Something is missing? I know a fringe must hang down.
Something to tickle a dear little face with smiles and giggles all over the place…
As the clock ticked, the winds blew; a cat slept in the room
…and a certain little somebody is going to get a parcel in the mail soon!
A Grandad is someone who has silver in his hair and gold in his heart!
Oma 