chimes

I've been knitting today with the back door open and the sounds of chirping birds and my wind chimes are what I hear.  I was talking to my Mom on the phone earlier and she asked me what the sound in the background was. I didn't realize she could hear the chimes.  She said they sounded magical like they were calling the fairies home.  That, friends, is a typical Mom saying and I don't want to forget it.  What a lovely thing to say, to imagine.

Look how far I've gotten on my socks!  I'm very nearly to the heel.  The light parts in between the darker remind me of two things: an ekg blip and also the frothy part of a wave.