Sep 12, 2017
It was pink with white shutters and daisies planted out along the front walk. The front porch had double porch swings and potted cherry tomato plants that were warm and crisp as you popped them in your mouth on summer nights. Inside was a large and cozy sitting room with several rather comfortable love seats and floral arm chairs. This was where the women of the neighborhood gathered to knit together on the first and third Wednesdays of every month. They’d bring potluck treats and whatever they had going on their needles and come to chat for a few hours time. And when the young mother who’d just moved in down the street confessed to the welcoming committee that she’d no idea how to knit they told her that was alright and to be sure to come anyway, no excuses. And so she came and they taught her patiently like a room full of aunts as they all got to know each other better. That was the way it was there. Knit together.