She plucked a white chair from the front porch. In the garden she made a spot in the lavender and just dumped all her yarn on the flagstones. Onlookers would think her mad, surely. She undid half-finished projects in the color scheme, and collected all the blues, violets, purples, pushing them toward the fragrant lavender. Squinting, thinking, rolling some away, adding in some greens. Velma had been meaning to spend an afternoon this way. She and Vesta had their city itinerary planned. While Vesta was zooming around as usual in her Model A, going to book groups, collecting the post, shopping, and giving talks, Velma was resting, pulling herself together in anticipation of their trip to New York.
She chose a palette for her next project and retired to the porch for the afternoon, devouring her latest book in the sweet warm breeze. When it came time for New York City, she would be ready.