As for Rosy and her ‘Queendom,” winter is not winter without the tradition of knitting. A tradition passed on from my very innovative Mother. I sit in my pampering lounge in the comfort of a well lit fire that makes my fireplace glow like the sun with sparks flowing rhythmically like stars. No doubt, it is Christmas season. My favorite Holiday since childhood. I remember during my childhood days, we went to shop for Christmas clothes at a Deacons shop in Nyeri Town. To me that was a privilege then. It was fun being a kid but it’s more fun being grown up. I Listen to the sound of moving water in the river next to my house, behind me is an all glass door and a window that give me a very clear view of the mountains. On my left is a window that I can’t help but look through to see snow falling swiftly as I keep warm with a cup of my favorite hot creamy vanilla flavored tea. I hold my blue knitting needles and yarn this time fixing a Christmas gift. Scarf after scarf, hat after hat and all the Christmas gifts are ready for dispatch to my friends. Wait! I have 6 orders from clients and I have to deliver within the winter season.
And the tradition shall be passed on from Rosy to my niece Precious.

Oh my I would love to knit but I don’t have patience. Precious you are prearranged you will get to learn how to knit
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Absolutely
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I loved the read, it took me all the way to nyeri, on a cold morning when Mt.Kenya is narrating stories from the previous night.
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Very true. What people don’t know is that there is ice on the grass in the morning.
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