these last few weeks, after living here two years, i’ve discovered that i love autumn. in montana, where i lived my first 26 years, i love summer. the sky is so blue and the dry heat so nice after a long winter. the mountains are so pristine, the lakes so lovely and ready to be swum in. the summer is even better there if you have a nice winter with lots of snow. autumn and spring are short and swift in montana, times when i was re-starting school and too busy to notice.
in vancouver, it was the spring. cut down a rainforest and put up a city and things start growing and blooming early and bountifully. spring was refreshing.
but here, in pittsburgh which i now call my home, it is not summer that i love. i still like summer. i love the heat and the wearing of little clothing, but the autumn makes me want to get out and do things like the summer did in montana. the air feels so good, crisp. mornings are sublime. i want to walk, hike, and do the things i did in montana in the summer.
you may recognize this project from way back here. the colors are way more accurate in the photo from the previous post.
i’m transitioning back into doing knitting and spinning as work this week, but this was my buffer zone, my liminal space for a couple of days. and i must say it was a delightful space to be in. for me, like for many knitters, the transition into autumn mirrors the transition into thinking about keeping my family warm and comfortable. this afghan, crisp mornings, and the cool weather that calls for soups and stews from my CSA box produce makes me a happy happy girl.
what about you? have you moved from one place to another and discovered your preferences change? have you had a piece of simple lovely knitting see you into a new season? how have you lived in the transition of the season? what has changed in the last few weeks?