Talking to myself

I couldn’t miss seeing the moon on the western horizon as I pulled onto the highway this morning to go to work. Words escaped my lips, “Oh My God!” It was enormous; so big that it looked like a destination.

LeavesSumacIt’s autumn and Mother Nature is beginning the show. I don’t think it’s going to be spectacular this year because of our very wet spring and cool, dry summer, but still beautiful. On the left is a branch from my favorite ash in the back yard. I love watching this tree turn color — a pic won’t do it justice, but I had to try. On the right is a sumac in the ravine; the pic is kind of dark, but you’ve never seen a more vibrant red — and it’s positively illuminated in the sunshine!

I set up the ball winder and swift last night and went to work with the Cascade 220. I bought 12 hanks with St. Brigid in mind, though I don’t think I’ll need them all; I wound all but two into balls. DH is fascinated by the mechanics of the swift; having returned from walking the dog, he enjoyed the little bit of breeze generated by the winding, also. Afterwards, I settled in with the second St. Brigid sleeve and worked my way into the third repeat.

Tomorrow is my day off and I hope to catch up with the Queen of The World and her merry band of Thrummers. It means a trip to the LYS (I know, poor me) for the material with which to thrum. Thrum, drum, rhythm; I hope I find mine. Oh, and I love Norma’s thoughts about these mitts (and there’s a great story, to boot!).

4 thoughts on “Talking to myself

  1. I love your garden pics, and the garden is such cool colours at this time of year.
    Happy St brigid knitting.

  2. Wasn’t Norma’s story good? Can’t wait to see what you come up with for the thrum-a-long. I’ll be watching for St. Brigid too…that’s been on my list for a long time.

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