The 7 pictures he took, in the order taken. More than I ever would have expected.
(It took him a few days just to figure out how to put the batteries in the camera. This from a man who can build just about anything you can imagine AND cook the most amazing turkey dinner with the works, in nary a blink of an eye.)
We expected them back Sunday night, at the earliest.
Late Friday night he walked through the front door two days early, scaring the $%&! out of me. Saturday morning, actually. 2 a.m.
They'd had trouble driving in there in the first place with a 4 wheel drive truck and horse trailer in tow. The snow was already quite deep when they'd arrived.
Then it snowed more, then the wind kicked up suddenly, blowing for 24 hours straight with blizzard-like conditions, followed by cold sunshine, and then more snow.
They had no cell service and no way to get a weather forecast.
By Friday morning, as the snow continued to come down and pile up, they grew concerned about getting snowed in. They hadn't seen another soul since they'd arrived while last year they saw others up there hunting, too.
They packed up and headed down the road.
What should have been an hour and a half drive to Dillon took eleven hours, much of that time spent shoveling the snow out of the way; 3 guys, 3 shovels, and a very experienced driver in these sorts of conditions.
Then, another 6+ hours of driving, over dark and snowy roads. After they dropped C and his horse off at our house, the others had another hour or so to go.
Apparently, behind them, Dillon, on the valley floor, 3000 feet lower in elevation than the cabin, received quite a bit more snow that next day.
Remember, I asked him to bring home cowboy poetry?
Well, they came home with some stories, and nearly more of them, of what could have been: of riding horses out up and over the mountains, followed by renting equipment to dig the truck and trailer out.
which meant, on Thursday driving an hour to buy snowboots for E.
And then, after a good long snuggle in bed friday morning
watching it snow outside our bedroom window,
and a morning spent at the kitchen table homeschooling,
it was time to get outside for awhile.
First, into the garden,
for a final harvest.
(This kale is from some of the very first seed directly planted into the garden last springtime along with spinach and bok choi seed, inside a cold frame. The others have long since gone to seed but the kale is still going strong. Such an amazing plant.)
6 lbs kale + a handful of brussels sprouts, some collard greens, and a few leeks.
Then, the piling of more straw over the parsnips and carrots left in the garden beds,
Then, the tossing and stacking 0f firewood until dark.
We do have all our firewood, only, you see, it isn't all put away yet.
Seeing as first, it snowed, then it rained, and then snowed again, with subzero temperatures called for this week, the piles of wood are starting to freeze down to the ground.
Like I said, we're a little unprepared.
At least we'll be eating fresh veggies in front of a blazing fire on Thanksgiving.
(these pics are just a short distance to the left of this pic.)
(yarn: trekking XXL. knit toe-up over 60 sts.)
The pics: yesterday morning on the way to work. I couldn't help but stop down at the lake by the boat ramp for a minute or two in the early morning sunshine, despite my already being late, and am so very glad I did, as it clouded over completely soon after.
The socks: knit, with gratitude, for a friend who helped us out considerably last year:
After C's surgeries, to help defray the costs of our medical bills and to get us through the lean months while he was in recovery, she held a raffle for a piece of his furniture.
(cherry buffet/dry bar, with local slate panels and top.)
She is a friendly and kind neighbor, too, lives on our road, and she is our realtor, an energetic and astute business woman.
While C was still in the hospital, the spec house that he designed and built sold. The timing couldn't have been better. We returned home from the hospital with a great financial burden lifted from our shoulders, and it was good to know someone would now be living in and appreciating this beautiful space, making it their own.
(a neighbor's hayfield, with prescribed burns on national forest land in the background. we buy our beef from them.)
So much has happened in the year or so since.
I could never, in all my life, return all the help we received from others, but I'll do what i can,
and I can knit, at least for a few key folks.
This week, that guy of mine is off on a hunting trip, hiking and riding his horse, high up in the mountains.
I sent him with a camera (although he's not much for using one), told him to take some pictures, to be careful, to have a great time, and asked him to bring home some cowboy poetry, if not meat.
The freezer is already filled with the fresh, local meat of a whitetail buck, as organic and free-ranged as it gets.
An elk would mean we could get through the year without buying any meat (aside from a little bacon now and again) with more than plenty to share meals with others.
Next week, at least, I'll have pictures of his to share.
very, very little yarn dyeing occurred this spring through fall.
then, at the 11th hour, apparently it finally occurred to me that I just couldn't let an entire year go by without a little dabbling,
and so, out to the garden I did go to pick the last of the green (-ish) leaves off the apple trees.
(yarn, left to right, dyed with: inca marigold, inca marigold, apple leaves.
Of course, it didn't hurt that an advanced copy of the revised and updated edition of Wild Color by Jenny Dean had just landed in our mailbox. It was just the inspiration needed.
Now, the first edition of this book was already my most referred to dyebook. More than once I had found myself a little panicky upon realizing I'd misplaced my copy, but, always, it turned up again. You see, for some years it was out-of-print and unavailable in stores, while used copies were selling for a pretty penny online. I was thrilled to find out it was finally coming up for a re-print so now I can truly recommend it again in good conscience.
To be honest, I haven't really taken the time to look through and see what exactly makes this edition "revised and updated" but I can only imagine that, whatever it is, any changes are improvements on an already great resource.
So, if natural dyeing is something you're interested in trying, it's official release date is tomorrow (Nov. 16th).
(However, if you'd rather not dabble in yet another new thing, I really am going to try and get all the yarn I'd dyed over the prior year out, photographed, and listed for sale sometime soon, likely after the Thanksgiving weekend at the earliest. I met some lovely new folks visiting our area this past week and she encouraged me to get all my dyed yarn out yesterday. It's so inspiring seeing all that yarn again.)
2nd pair of "larch" socks. knit with the second 50 gram ball leftover from the 1st pair.
These socks will go into a silent auction next week to benefit a local organization "dedicated to providing quality services to promote children's safety in the home, strengthen families and make the arts more accessible to residents of the community...to make the communities in which the...Foundation operates healthier and more vital places for people to live in."
Knit toe up over 56 stitches, to fit a women's size 8, plus or minus.
Yarn: Knit Picks Felici, "Patina", 24119. only 2 skeins, with very little leftover, maybe 2-3 stripes worth of each ball remaining. Toes and heels, cuffs and crocheted chain stitch ties, Trekking XXL, 329(?), held double.
I fell for this colorway immediately upon seeing it 2? 3? years ago and just knew they'd make a great pair of knee socks. Only, thanks to the complimentary green heels, toes, and cuffs, they used just two of the three skeins I'd ordered.
Pattern: the usual knit over 56 stitches, 3k x 1p rib with no shaping. eyelet holes across one row towards the top threaded through with crocheted chain stitch ties.
Not only the usual pumpkin carving, costuming, and trick or treating,
but also dress rehearsal and performances all day and evening on Saturday,
followed by a haunted house visit,
then late night gnome girl skirt sewing & a quick jaunt out to meet friends for a drink at the local bar's Halloween party.
Sunday, C fit in a morning of hunting and, in the afternoon, the boys and I managed to sneak in a last minute trip out into the woods for about an hour to gather lichens for E's "seaweed" hair for his Poseiden costume.
THAT all felt like a nice, easy, break of a weekend, after working nearly full time hours every day, taking care of the animals, and getting the boys to auditions and rehearsals every afternoon and evening all week - all with a husband laid up for 4 days with a hunting injury. No, there were no guns involved - he slipped in the snow, tearing his quadricep, and then had to hike out 6 miles, half of those while hauling backpacking gear uphill on a deer cart - in the dark, in blizzarding snow. It could have been so much worse.
This past Halloween week was also, unfortunately all spun together with a too-big dose of icky, real-life-scary stuff for my comfort level, going on in the lives of family, friends, and other people in our little community. When one shoe drops, isn't there only supposed to be only one more shoe?