For this, to begin, that Typepad remembers who I am, and that I didn't need to scrounge around for the password to let me into the long-neglected blog, to catch up .
That my cellphone still has year-old numbers stored in it - and that even with bad directions (the GPS, alas, spent Rhinebeck weekend traveling to soccer games in southern New Hampshire) I arrived at the festival just before they locked the gates on Saturday, and found friends.
That I finished my minimalist cardigan - this year's Rhinebeck project - in my hotel room Sunday morning. Never mind that it was too cold to wear it - the sweater meant for last year's festival stood in just fine.
That the same cold snap that weekend reached Hanover, too, and I came home to find the tomatoes and basil wiped out by frost. Stay with me here - I've always found it hard to decide when to stop running out with sheets to over the tender things as fall moves on and the nights get cold. Autumn was long and glorious this year (at least that's the way I'm remembering it, now that we're firmly settled in cold but no-real-snow-yet early winter) and it was pleasant to have the matter of declaring an end to the summer garden taken out of my hands.
That 400 tulips, 100 daffodils and another 200 or so crocus and snowdrops are safely in the ground, waiting for spring. I've got 5 months to plot how to keep the deer from the tulips...
That Eleven's soccer season lasted into post season play as far as the state finals - which made for a lot of knitting time. (For Thirteen, too.) And for the hockey knitting - thanks, Nine.
Off to make an apple pie. Happy Thanksgiving!
