The Park: Can you hear it calling?
Every Spring, the local parks beckon me. There are several within walking distance from both work and home, yet I seem to take them for granted the rest of the year. In the Spring, though, it's as if these parks can sense that I need a fresh dose of inspiration. Some sort of primal magnetic force pulls me and the closest knitting project I have directly to the rustic wooden benches underneath the flowering cherry trees.
I don't understand why, but I do some of my best thinking at the park. The ideas aren't even related to what I see, hear, and smell while I'm there. I come up with ideas for my shop, or sometimes I think of a potential solution to a problem project I've set aside in the past. And the calm, beautiful surroundings certainly make it pleasant to knit, and knit efficiantly. (If I'm working on socks, I have to be careful, or I could end up with knee-highs!)
Come Summer, though, I somehow forget that this inspiration is only a few blocks away. I get caught up with my shop, my projects, my garden, and whatnot. When stress builds up, that magnetic pull is harder to sense.
This year, I'm determined to visit the parks whenever I am drained or in need of inspiration, no matter what the season. And I must remember to bring a notebook or recorder. I'm not letting any of those ideas escape!
Who knows, perhaps this stubborn wool roving will become inspired to let me draft it again if I take it to the park with me...
