What a busy weekend we had! Lots of scurrying about, lots of cooking, lots of baking; lots of people, coming and going, lots of forking hay on the garden and planning too many things in too little spaces of time and all the while, praying for just a little bit longer to get everything done.
I know how amazing it is to have no-coat days in mid-November and I know it can't last forever, but how I *wish* it could. There is still so many outdoor things to do...finish haying all the gardens and beds, trimming and mulching the flower circle, bringing in the hammocks that hang limply and forlorn, and the table where we lingered long after summer suppers. Coldness creeps ever closer and I know, when it comes, I will hibernate until it is over and my fingertips thaw.
Over the weekend the winds howled fiercely on the hill- so much so that it carried our phone line off of the house where it still drapes upon the ground , waiting for a repairman to string it back up. As it whipped the southern side of the house we sat inside, wondering at how snug we were despite the cold winds blowing, how wonderfully these new windows work! We didn't feel even the slightest breeze which is a far cry from what it was last year.
In the small, quiet spaces amidst the flurry of doing, a cinnamon candle was lit, an envelope left us stunned and speechless and shaking our heads in wonder, I set aside the knitting needles and picked up a hook (and realized just how much faster crochet is than knitting!), leftover apple crisp was spooned over vanilla yogurt and called 'breakfast' instead of dessert, I fell asleep with Matt rubbing the soreness from my aching head (bliss) and the first of the handmade Christmas gifts was completed.
The very best kind of weekend.
(The scarf is a free crochet pattern and can be found here.)