suddenly autumn

It was fourty two degrees farenheit this morning at five AM. Just a taste of things to come. A clear sky with a nice crescent moon and rather more stars than usual, a hint of woodsmoke in the air, and a few withered brown leaves on the street tell me that summer is over and the transition is begun. All too soon we will have interminable days of fourty degrees and rain, then our three weeks of freeze, then, again, the weeks of gradually warming rain, brightened by the occasional indomitable daffodil, before spring, ambling in about April amidst abundant showers, makes her first diffident appearance. We don't get summer till after the 7th of July, and sigh, it's gone already. I guess I'm holding my own little bon voyage party for Prosephone here. Off to months of darkness with her stern and selfish husband. I, meanwhile, am going to cuddle up with my warm, thoughtful and generous husband and look into comfortable hibernation.

Finished the cardigan I am knitting for my co-worker. Now to weave those seams. In the meantime, more yellow baby bonnets. And then ? Well, OFFF is this weekend. I'm intending to grab some mystery batts from Fantasy Fibers, and a spinathon may be on the schedule soon.