Fall Yet?

Photo from Wallpaper Torrent

Is it Fall yet where you live?  We've had a few cool days, but also some warm days--those OMG-I-think-summer-has-come-back days.  A few maple trees have begun to change, but suddenly this weekend many trees have turned. 

Time to start planning my winter knits: slippers, hats and mittens and more socks.  I'm not sure I'm going to be making my gifts this Christmas.  I've had so much on my plate . . . just wanna knit/crochet pressure-free and sans deadlines (although I reserve the right to whip up something quick and easy for my nephews and niece).

What are your winter crafting plans?

Rain, Rain Go Away

Fall is definitely here on the Canadian east coast: dark, dreary and mighty wet punctuated with hail.  As I write this, the rain pounds against my window while the wind howls amidst the trees (I never noticed how noisy the wind could be until I moved out here.  I don't remember it being so loud growing up in TO). 

We try to enjoy the sunny weather whenever it makes a rare appearance.  A little over a week ago we found some mighty fine pumpkins.

We're waiting till this week to carve our big pumpkins, but the boys decided to decorate the little ones.  I am amazed at their creativity and whimsy.

Have I mentioned who the boys will be on Halloween?  Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley of KISS.  That's right.  KISS.  Dear hubby has eclectic musical tastes and he's exposed the children to different kinds of music.  At present the boys enjoy KISS, the Beatles, B52s, Led Zepplin, Barenaked Ladies' Snacktime, Jack Johnson and the Ratatouille soundtrack--now there's a mix!  ;)

One Last Hurrah

The last day of nice weather?  Perhaps . . . the mercury in the thermostat keeps dipping.  Even under the sun, its a cool day.  See the leaves turning red on my dogwoods?  I just love the deep crimson against a bright blue sky (and I discovered the macro feature on my camera.  Who knew reading the manual would be so enlightening?).  Even the branches look red.

What better way to celebrate the end of summer than with one last hurrah of outdoor fun?  There's a place just outside of town that's got go-carts, bumper cars, bumper boats, batting cage and mini-golf.  Nothing fancy, but its a nice way to spend a few hours with the kids.  The place closes on Monday.  That's how I know its officially fall.

Here's hoping your first fall weekend is full of fun. 

With the Arrival of Fall . . .

Even under a blue sky, the air is crisp, the sun is not quite as warm and the shadows are just a little bit longer. The wind picks up, rustling the leaves. . . change is coming. Autumn is here.

And with the arrival of fall, my mind reflects on the past year; my thoughts turn to the plans and the dreams I have had.  Remember my dreams?  Like the leaves which soon must fall, so too must my dreams.  Like the leaves which will sprout anew in spring, so too must my dreams wait--on hold until the spring or perhaps even the summer.  We thought we might have been able purchase a property where we could pursue our dream, but such was not meant to be--at least not yet.

Change is coming whether we want it or not.  Funny how as the first leaves turn, I think of the first grays in my hair, the lines around my eyes . . . guess I'm in the autumn of my own life (or at the very least I'm in late, late summer).  Change is coming.  And while it might not bring the new life of springtime, autumn still holds hope.  The toil of summer comes to fruition in the last harvest: crisp red apples, big round pumpkins and the last of the potatoes.  One last hurrah and then everything winds down.  Then the world will sleep under its blanket of snow, waiting for whatever dreams may come . . .