Last night I was awakened by the sound of the blinds banging around in the living room. The sound meant the wind was coming from the east. Not a summer wind. Summer winds are breezes out of the west, from across the water, cool and welcome. This wind from the east is decidedly chilly. I wonder if it is a signal for the trees?
I have been diligent about working my two rows a day on the couch sized shawl and am down to 16 rows before the bind off. 16 sounds like such a small number that I want to bury my nose in it and get it done. But the rows are long, with nearly every stitch needing some sort of manipulation, even on the wrong side, and my mind tends to wander. So I will continue my slug like pace and hope the weather holds long enough to get the thing blocked.