walking in the rain

I don't mind walking in a drizzle.  Boots, coat and hat provide the right degree of sepration from the wet.  This year I'm adding gloves to my essential rain gear because my hands aren't in pockets; they're pushing a stroller. 

S gets a little more protection.  As soon as fall weather hit, I scurried out to find a rain coat for the stroller and a fuzzy, hooded sleeper for S.  Doesn't she look cozy?  Passers by often tell me they envy her ride, but I prefer a brisk walk along the leaf-strewn sidewalk, drizzle dripping off the rim of my hat.

Do you walk in the rain?

of pears and tomatoes

A couple of weekends ago, when we were outside, relishing our long-lived summer weather, the neighbours gave us big bag of pears from their tree.  Tonight I hear wind galloping in trees and rain attacking the windows.  What a difference.  But the pears are ripe so I did a little more canning and thought of the stormy nights to come when we'll open these jars.

These are my penultimate tomatoes.  The stragglers are still green in the garden.  I'll have to deal with them soon because the sudden arrival of wet weather spells urgency.  Get it in or it will rot.

angel-wing pinafore

This dress was my nesting project.  I crocheted it for S in the last two weeks before she was born, but only finished sewing the buttons on the back this evening.  The pattern, scrounged somewhere online (forgot where), was for a newborn sized pinafore, but I used a thick variegated yarn and a chunky hook to up the size.  At four months old, S is approaching big enough to wear this and the weather has cooperatively turned cold enough for sweaters.

I think it's the only thing I've made for S so far.  That's disappointing, but it won't be the last.

standing

 

S. loves using her legs.  She wobbles joyfully and smiles at her daddy.  These pictures were taken on Thanksgiving weekend and she's wearing, for the first time, a green dress knit by her Oma.

sunflowers

Bright yellow flowers from the garden perch cheerfully on our table this week.  

more sleep

Here are a few more sleepy moments.  Looking back, I can't believe how small and scrunchy S was four short months ago.  That blue and white dress (top left) fits more like a shirt now.