Knitting on the Beach

I used to knit quite a bit - before I started raising my own yarn that is.  I took the opportunity to knit all day, between reading pages of the Sunday paper, on the sand at Spring Lake Beach.  The black adult mohair is difficult to see in normal lighting, but not in the glorious sunshine of the Jersey Shore.  Mia brought along a little light reading of her own, although she hardly sat down long enough to study, and I was always chewing her ear off.   I was so happy I didn't know what to do with myself.  This sock might have to wait until next summer to be finished.  That's okay - it's the quest, the journey, that counts, isn't it?