Lallybroch

Have you ever fallen in love with a place that doesn't exist?

If you have ever read the Outlander series you'll be familiar with a place called Lallybroch.

My Lallybroch looks something like this.....

A perfect balance between the wild and the tame,

With my own flock of sheep which produce the warmest, softest wool known to man.

Plus all the plants needed to dye the riotous colors that I love.

It is nothing like the rather ordinary corner of my living room.

There is no television, no telephone, no stack of bills waiting to be paid.

The cats are there though, still curled up at my feet.

My children are running around the yard, chores finished.

Our dog magically restored to life barking at their heels.

It is not my tiny apartment on a busy street,

The sound of car engines and the smell of exhaust are replaced by the smell of honeysuckle, roses, and heather.

I go there every time I pick up my needles.

The television may be blaring, kids running up and down the hall,

the telephone ringing....

But the cat is curled up at my feet while I sit on my corner of the couch.

And

 I am three thousand miles away knitting the perfect stitches of a perfect place.