Weekends were made for nothing.

I'm sooo ready for the weekend. I'll bet you are, too.

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This was taken sometime in April last year, somewhere in Bavaria just south of Nuremberg. Memory serves me well: it was a beautiful Spring day, typically sunny and filled with nothingness. I helped weed the flower beds and water the garden, then I wandered around in the forest looking for early berries. Total silence, total bliss.This year is such a contrast. Having moved back to Southern California, I look forward to weekends where I ride my beater bike to the beach, have a lazy, hours-long breakfast at the teeny French café, and walk along the shore, the sand and ocean swirling around my feet. It's crazy to think that elsewhere people are hunkered down in their houses blanketed by so much snow while out here it's warm enough to go out in short skirts and flip-flops. Having lived with low temperatures in Germany and France, I'm so very grateful to be here.

Still, there are things back there that I love and miss, and I think another trip back to the continent is likely. If not this year, then perhaps next. We shall see...

There has been some knitting: test knitting, knitting for myself (and painfully frogging every last bit of it), a bit of finishing, and lots of swatching. I'll save it all for another post. Have a good weekend! Do nothing at all!