On Saturday, God woke up and decided it was fall.
We woke up to find the air slightly dry and the radiators on. (We haven’t figured out how the thermostat is controlled, but it certainly isn’t controlled by us.) We looked outside and the trees on Market Street, which in summer looked as if they were yellow with dehydration, suddenly looked as if they were yellow with the prognostications of winter.
So, I did what every knitter does who starts to feel cold…
I cast on for a sweater.
I did also put on a sweater. I’m quirky, not masochistic.
Wish us luck… or better yet, pray for blessings. Class starts in the morning.