Although this past week was brutally hot, seems like everything got the memo about Fall just when the calendar page flipped. Last night we were slightly north of here; the yellowing leaves and golden grasses told us Summer is releasing her stranglehold. This morning, Yeti and I watched squirrels--red and gray--chasing each other up and down the black walnut tree. Linda and I saw low-flying geese. And my sister, Yeti and I went walking at the Greenport Conservation Area; fallen leaves were sprinkled about on paths that were leafless a week ago. On Tuesday I'll dive into a two-week work frenzy during which I'll barely see the light of day; it's so strange to think that when I emerge, we'll be mere days away from the official start of Fall...but it feels like I've never longed for it as much as this year.
This Fall celebrates the anniversary of two love affairs. Six years ago, over the course of a glorious Fall, I fell profoundly, deeply, and passionately in love with Linda, and it never ceases to amaze me how blessed I am that--for inexplicable reasons--she fell in love with me too. And a year ago, I embarked on my wild and wooly affair with wool. There's been alot of experimentation, some daring, a little flirting and alot of wallowing in the wooliness of it all. Today I marked--just a wee bit early--the beginning of the affair by ordering my own spinning wheel! In a few short weeks, an Ashford double drive Traveler will take up residence here (um, a note to my aforementioned beloved: ya know how you LIKE assembling things? Did I mention the wheel comes UNassembled in addition to unfinished??? Got any plans for late September?). And since the NYS Sheep and Wool Festival is in October, I can't wait to bring home bags of roving to work with! I'm anxious to have lots of time for knitting and spinning, and will have some time off in October to sit out on the porch soaking up colors and coolness, feeling the wool on my skin, sipping cider, listening to the rustle of leaves. Is it any wonder that my longing is outpacing the final days of Summer?