It is mid October and back home the leaves have turned, burning palates color the hillsides of my native NY. The air is crisp and full of the promise of winter. The sun is bright and colors all it touches with a honeyed hue. When you walk down the sidewalks you swish through the leaves. Here in Pennsylvania the trees are still green, some have begun to blush, others have simply dropped their leaves. Today was the first day of real “autumnal air” and I am told this is unseasonably cold. I am so homesick for NY weather these days. It’s odd, it’s only about 4 1/2 hours away from my hometown and yet the climates are so different. Despite the wishes of my fellow Pennsylvanians, I am secretly praying for an unseasonably snowy winter here.
I finished the first Belated Birthday sock by the light of our laptop on route to the bi-weekly kid swap last night. We meet halfway with the monkey’s dad, it’s 2 1/2 hours of uninterrupted knitting time. Here it is, in some of the last flowers of the season.
…and the thrift shop yarn, I still need to wash it, has anyone heard of this stuff before? The label says it’s BEEHIVE imported from Scotland.
…and of course I went to the LYS today to pick up some yarn for Christmas presents. I can’t say for whom, but it’s all socks except the pink and purple Andean wool.