1. I sit on Kaufman’s window seat and crochet chevrons. The yellow leaves hanging on the very ends of branches keep catching my eye.
2. Leftover noodles for lunch. Yum.
3. John points at an oak tree on the other side of the cutting: four squirrels pause in their chasing to watch us cross.
3. I keep trying new variations on the idea – the yarn is so pretty that I don’t want to waste it on something substandard. The initial turquoise is rich and shiny, the yarn itself a squishy single.