This morning, on the way to morning carpool drop off, Witchlette was exercising her imagination by cloud watching at red lights.
Mama! Look! There’s knitting needles in the sky, from that plane exhaust, and the wispy clouds are the knitting.
It was a gentle reminder of Frigg, mother and wool worker.
Now, I sit in dance class, peaking at Witchlette through the window while I crochet.