Projects like this remind me just how much I've learned as a knitter. It doesn't seem that long ago that I couldn't maintain a simple rectangle (until I found that post to link to and saw my little boy – oh my!); now I'm executing a cable chart backwards (this pattern is only charted for the right side; when knitting back and forth you have to figure out the wrong side yourself). And I don't know how many projects I tinked (knitted backwards) forEVer or just frogged and started over, because ripping back and picking up loose stitches was beyond my fortitude and ability.
We've passed peak color in our area, but the Japanese maples are still providing amazing encores. Even on a grey, fogging morning, my favorite tree glows like an ember:
On my way down to do morning chores, Benny posed for a fog-muted portrait:
Sarai came up for a scratch, so I took the opportunity to catch her and trim her hooves – and take a shot of her stunning fleece. I'm hoping there are lambies developing behind those locks!
The chainsaws are back at it today after a few days' silence. So far, the workers have left a row of trees standing along our property line; maybe Rick's conversations with them have born fruit.
That's it for now from . . .