the new year doesn't begin for me in January.
The new and fresh has always come for me in
the Fall. Ironically, as leaves are falling like rain,
crunching beneath my feet with finality, I am
vibrating with the excitement of birth and new
beginnings.... My year begins in Autumn.
~Betsy CaƱas Garmon
shorts one day to needing a sweater
the next after a cold front that blew
in covering my yard with leaves and
pine straw. We are slowing warming
back up, but at least for two days
I was able to wear a sweater on my
walk which was so pleasant.
I had to rip the sleeves from
Emerson's Sweater, I finished
the sleeve, held it up and realized
the sleeves would be too big
for even me, much less a five
year old little girl so I am starting
over, sigh.
My Autumn Wrap has seen a lot
of attention this week and I am
ready to add my next skein of yarn.
It is a Christmas gift so while I
am trying to enjoy the process I
am also trying to cross another
item off my list.
I made the best broccoli-cheddar
soup for lunch from just picked
broccoli, it was so good I ate
it for dinner too. I would be
happy to share the recipe if you
are interested, although I really
don't measure anything, I just
sort of dump.
I had a nice, long talk with my
95 year old grandfather. He would
like me to knit him a sweater, in
blue. What do you think of this
pattern?
And a week that has flowers in
it is always a good week.
UPDATE: If you're a knitter you
must see this. Karen really outdid
herself, this is wonderful.
Wishing you the most joyous
weekend.
Love,
Tracey
