Grey skies and chilly breezes kept down the mosquito population here this summer. They also kept down also my normally vivacious raspberry crop. And now, it seems, summer has turned to fall.
A maple down the street gave the first signs of the turning of the seasons. In a more usual year, the red and orange would juuuust begin to appear nowish. This year, it began weeks ago and, on a walk with Jack the beagle yesterday, I stepped on the first fallen leaves from that tree.
Bring it on. I've got me a new scarf. My younger daughter is modeling it here.
It's the eponymous Ishbel by Isolde Teague. The yarn is one skein of Malabrigo Sock (with plenty of yardage left over), colorway Aguas. I knit it with #6 needles in about four distracted days.
In beagle news, Jack will be rather busy today. We have a crew here rebuilding our two chimneys and a crew reconfiguring some big flower beds in the back. Jack the English constable beagle, of course, is Semper Vigilo, Paratus, et Fidelis. He will be exhausted from making sure everything is tickety boo.