Where the river meets the sea…

The leaves are falling so quickly now, I don’t think there will be much left beyond the weekend.  I love to see the pools of color under each tree.  Though both of these are Sugar Maples, one dropped red, the other yellow.  The leave blower is fired up. As fast as we remove them from the driveway, more fill in the empty spaces. 

One sweater came off the blocking frame and another went on.  I knit this one 10 years and many pounds ago from a two ply handspun.  I haven’t worn it in quite a long time. Too short, two tight, and one of the cats had torn the front in three places while pushing away from my attempts at snuggling with them.  It was a shame to keep it and worse to let it go.  I found a near match in a small skein of natural handspun and got to work.  Afterwards, a nice bath and on to stretch it out.  

I finally decided to end The City Lights Shawl.  It blocked to a wingspan of 76” before I ran out of space. 

A little scull shawl pin arrived from Katrinkles.  Very cute, I had to see how it would look.