Chickens continue to appear randomly, but not unexpectedly, in my life. Yesterday I opened an email from a knitting teacher whose newsletters I read only once in a blue moon, and she was advertising a new course on learning to knit an Icelandic yoked sweater (that’s what it’s called — really) using colors inspired by backyard chickens. Two passions colliding must be a sign of something good to come — a Kramer in my own backyard, with a Jerry, George, and Elaine to keep her company.
Susan B. Scheck