I've been accused, rather more frequently than one would like, of being out of touch with Reality, because I get overwhelmed by the barrage of uncontrollable human horrors that is called News and choose instead to go outside and Knit and *play in the Garden*. Where I am always greeted by something miraculous and oblivious to Human Stupidity. The gardenia *August Beauty* is blooming it's little heads off, creating such a heavenly smell that surely it is totally unaware of the cruelty all around it...and the bullfrog who has taken up residence in the spillway of the pond is singing his song, completely unconcerned for the moment that there are half a dozen neighborhood cats who are interested in him for a snack. It isn't that I don't CARE, rather that I care too much, and long ago realized that I would lose my mind if I tried to be responsible for other people's misery.

lifelong knitter