Saturday, November 17, 2007

Jack Frost

I believe we've seen the last of the glory that is the autumn in the Pacific Northwest.

The brilliant leaves that once clung heartily to their branches are now scattered on the damp ground awaiting decomposition only to return to the earth and nourish next year's spring growth.

Jack Frost is nipping at the heels of autumn, and rapidly overtaking her. The chill is in the air from sunrise to sunset. What was once morning dew

has now crystallized.

Like the ant, I'm prepared. I've knit all summer and have a drawer full of warm wooly socks in every color you can imagine. My toes will be warm and comfy as the winter settles in around me, and the bright colors will enliven even the dreariest Oregon day.

Hmm, it looks like I might have to battle Colin for sock wearing privileges!

Happy Saturday! I hope your toes are toasty wherever you are today!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Here I sit in a chilly room wearing store-bought,mostly acrylic knee socks.
You shamed me into putting on a pair of Socks That Rock! Ahhhh! Much better!
But thinking I kneed to knit matching kneewarmers!