Autumn

I know that some blogfriends love this season.  Sian recently blogged her love of autumn and I read her list with interest. I try to share the love vicariously but really it is not my favourite season, indeed its a contender for my least liked season.

Orange and browns are colours I love in other contexts but not enough to make this season sing for me

In a pollyanna mood I turned to a cinquain poetry form I use in workshops to express my thoughts on the season

 

Autumn

dank, gloomy

wrapping up, making soup

I want to hibernate

Autumn

 

How about you – is this your season of joy or hibernation?

Look up Look down when the rain stops

After hours and hours of rain the black clouds cleared and sunshine was even seen

so I put on my lovely red wellies and headed off for a walk and the compulsory boots by puddle picture – and was surprised to see my reflection in the puddle too.

Have you had the opportunity to splash in puddles recently?

Mathematical crochet trees

I’ve made 2 crochet trees following the mathematical rules of halving the size repeatedly (32 stitches for 32 rows then split into 16 stitches for 16 rows then split to 8 stitches for 8 rows etc)

the one of the right uses treble stitch (double in USA crochet) and the other uses double stitch (single in USA crochet) and is amigurumi style [I know that sentence will make no sense to non crocheters]

I did the last stitches in yellow to look like blooms

They are stuffed with toy filling and stand up nicely.  I will be sending them off to the project that is collecting mathematical botanical yarn creations. 

Look up Look down by the sea

On Monday I took advantage of some sunshine for a walk by the sea.  It was breezy but having lived for 5 years in the very windy Wellington (NZ) that doesn’t bother me.  What did surprise me was the noise.  Looking down onto the sand I saw lots of oyster catchers busily scurryign around for food and warning off any other birds that came near. 

overhead the gulls were screaming in their unique way.  Add the chattering of big groups of starlings, ten honking of geese and the squawks of crows and the noise was getting pretty loud.

Then in the background I could hear school rugby as I walked past the playing fields and the echo of race commentary coming from the race course on the other side of town. 

A lovely walk but not the peaceful idyll I had imagined when I set out.