"Would you like to knit with me in the library during lunch?"
And so we did, setting up our projects on the table by a window, peering out now and then at the Hemlocks nodding in the late March breeze. (But not too often, as stitches have a nasty habit of skidding surreptitiously off my needles when I look away, even for a moment.) We stopped occasionally to sip coffee, or to talk about our other projects, or commiserate about our heart-breaking failures. (Like the sweater I need to rip apart because it "grew" and is now big enough for a family of three.) But mostly we just sat and plied the yarn over and under our needles. She was working on a beautiful lavender wool-cotton blend sweater, while I plugged away on a pair of lavender-yellow-pink socks. It was quiet as we worked (well, it is a library, after all) and very restful. I managed to finish 2 inches of the cuff on one sock. And I also managed to feel entirely relaxed as I packed up and walked back down the hall to my office.
[insert contented sigh . . . right here . . ]