Autumn is certainly tapping Summer on the shoulder in an attempt to cut in on our last dance. After the beautiful weekend, also with typical signals of fall....cooler temperatures, open windows, the sound of an occasional chainsaw and the Packer football game on television...Monday was much cooler and rainy. Really, it was an excellent example of *MONDAY* as in I don't want to get out of bed because it is still dark and my bed is so cozy and, well, I'm sure you know the feeling. As I was driving north, I watched the temperature drop degree by degree on the digital display in my Jeep. Fifty-three degrees Farenheit at 9:00 AM. Hmmm, did I forget to pack anything? Shoes, check.....pantyhose, check....nighties, check.....jacket.....jacket.....JACKET? No jacket. How quickly I forget the rapid change of seasons in Wisconsin. This is the time of year when Summer and Autumn flirt with us. We enjoy our old love, Summer, when it comes back but then disappears for days or weeks. Our new love, Autumn, caresses us with cooler breezes but warms us with a now more gentle Sun.
I enjoy the change of seasons that I'm subject to living in Wisconsin. I love the way my thoughts turn from knitting socks to knitting a thick, cozy cardigan. And tomato use turns from BLTs to marinara sauce or vegetable soup.
Knitting-wise, I ripped out the start of the baby kimono that I started in stockinette and started again, also Continental-style, with garter stitch. I'm much happier with the result. I am still not too far along but I'm working on it at lunch time and I should knit for an hour this evening, if I can drag myself away from the computer. I'm on dial-up and, goodness, blog-page loading is S-L-O-W. So if my frustration with the slowness wins out over my curiousity to read blogs, more knitting will be accomplished.