When I first came here, I arrived at night--probably well after midnight. In fact, our car broke down on a six lane highway and we had to scramble over a concrete embankment to one of the only open buildings in the city--a hospital--to make a call for someone to come get us. So, when I woke in the morning and looked out the window, I was amazed.
"You live in the woods!" I exclaimed to my boyfriend, who laughed.
And it still is the woods to me. And the little oak floor house of ours feels like a cabin. Really.
I finally got my leafy scarf blocked and maybe this is the first time I've actually had something finished for the season it was meant for. A definite record!
|I just had to take have these shots with the leaves even though the scarf pattern doesn't show so well.|
In the garden there are still a few struggling peppers and the marigolds. My chrysanthemums have scraggled out, but these store bought ones have kept on and on and their welcome pink feels a bit refreshing after so much gold.