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Mostly meant to reassure those of you that know where I live and know that a tornado hit my city yesterday, that all is well with us. The tornado hit just a mile away, where my husband’s business is (it has minimal damage, though the garage next door was demolished and the debris piled four feet high against the back door of his business, so that the door couldn’t be opened; still, just dents and missing shingles, seemingly). Our house creaked and thumped somewhat alarmingly from our basement perspective, but nothing except branches down. Despite many trees down and some relocated, and a lot of property damage, no serious injuries, thankfully. (My heart goes out to those in Joplin, MO.)
Right after the storm:
and an hour later.
(If you are interested in seeing storm photos, you can see the local newspaper’s photo gallery here.)
Although this post’s title is meant to say that we, and our house, and my husband’s business, and our little Japanese maple, are all still standing, it’s also very apropos in that earlier this month, I finally got to see Elton John perform, and indeed perform that very song. After his concert here had been cancelled by more freak weather, our late April snowstorm.
It was a great concert, and well worth the wait.
Still standing, indeed. Almost three hours of non-stop performing, in his mid-60s — wow. A performer, indeed.
Me? Besides still standing, I’m still knitting. More soon.
Two short weeks ago, when I drove up to the Twin Cities for my uncle’s memorial service, I had to pull over just before the road veered away from the river, and take a picture. The Mississippi was just starting to ice up a little, and the very late fall/early winter colors were gorgeous in the late afternoon sun.
That was two weeks ago. That was also forty-plus degrees F, three snow storms, and 24 plus inches of snow ago.
I’m thinking it looks rather different now.
It snowed again since I posted last, and today it got up around the freezing (or melting, depending on your perspective) mark with sun, so some of that snow melted off the dark roofs. But it was still around freezing, with beautiful results.
(Click to see bigger.)
A lowly weed, now rivaling any crystal chandelier or necklace.
Though you have to get close to see the beauty.
Close enough to get your camera and yourself sprayed with dripping water, and to fall on your rear in backing hastily away from a cold ricochet in the face and subsequently getting tangled up in your coat.
In other news, the sick Rat is almost all better, enough to attend part of the last dress rehearsal and to perform today. I’ll get to see her and her big sister dance tomorrow. Pictures to follow!
I promised you the spectacular sight that met my eyes when I turned around, on my walk through the marsh Sunday night. As I faced east to the bluffs, there were just pink clouds floating. But when I looked back over my left shoulder to the west, where the sun was already down (and I had already seen and photographed this sky,
and thought the sunset show was about over):
The sky suddenly lit up.
And by the moment, started to blaze with more and more intensity.
About a quarter mile north of this spot is the La Crosse River. (In between are some singularly unphotogenic power lines and poles.) I ran.
And was rewarded.
(Click to embiggen if you wish.)
My fingers were going numb from the icy wind (and no gloves), but I felt as though I were in the heart of a fire.
and then it was gone.
Flurries on my blog, courtesy of WordPress (I love it when they do this!).
And flurries outside. (Hmm. I may not love those so much. Still, it IS December now, so I need to suck it up, I guess.)
The rain and open water of a few days ago are a memory, courtesy of a 20 degree F drop in temperature. Winter coats are retrieved from storage, as are all the accoutrements. (Though the RockStar — teen daughter — and the Gothlet are strenuously resisting frostbite-inducing reality, in the way of adolescents. What is up with that? It’s almost universal at their age, though.)
I went outside to photograph a shawl which actually didn’t make it into the Shawl-apalooza blog post (so that should have been SIX shawls and two socks! — silly me). I had put this aside temporarily for other projects that needed to be finished, and now am happily working on it again, so needed to document progress: for my project page on Ravelry and for you!
This is the Aestlight Shawl designed by Gudrun Johnston, a Shetland-style garter stitch shawl. I am knitting it from gorgeous Damselfly Yarns‘ Sterling Sheep yarn (a blend of superwash merino, silk, nylon and silver). The colorway is called ‘Prospero’s Sea’, which is so very apt. After seeing the yarn sparkle in the summer sun, back in warmer times when I began the shawl (and being a long long way from Prospero’s or any other sea), I dubbed my version of the shawl “Dawn at the Lake”.
And in taking the first two photos above, I found little bits of sparkles, besides those silver sparkles in the shawl; even though the sun is hiding at the moment.
It’s very pretty, fluffy and snowflake-y snow. Though cold.
The hackberry above and mystery plant below are remembering warmer days of yore, I think.
Maybe it’s just my memory, or maybe it’s that winter is so long here, but it seems to me that all the deaths in my family happen in the winter.
Today, very shortly, I leave for a quick back and forth trip to the Twin Cities for my uncle’s funeral.
Our lives are as ephemeral as snowflakes, aren’t they? in the bigger picture.
Do you remember the Little Prince learning the word ‘ephemeral’? Right now, that scene makes me pretty misty. (Not that “The Little Prince” doesn’t do that all by itself.) A quote from the author of “Le Petit Prince”, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, therefore seems especially appropriate:
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
“Autumn Leaves” being my name for my version of the lovely “22 Leaves Shawlette“. (Ravelry link)
Though the leaves here are also about finished for the autumn.
Yesterday’s Saturday Sky sunset.
I did indeed block the “Autumn Leaves” shawl last Tuesday. Then took the shawl off the blocking pads Wednesday. It took a bit longer to photograph the shawl on its own, given Thanksgiving preparations, and even longer to track my shawl model down at the same time that the sun was shining.
But here, for your knit-viewing pleasure, the finished shawl at long last.
It was pretty nippy out. I appreciate my model! (Note, she does work for chocolate.)
A detail of one of the 22 leaves, plus the edging I adapted.
The shawl was delivered to its recipient tonight. She seemed to like it! I am pleased enough with how it turned out, and with knitting it, that I am considering knitting it again: for myself. And I rarely knit lace projects more than once, Girasole being the only other exception I can think of, right off the bat. So that is very much a compliment and testimonial to the pattern.
Oh, and thanks to Judith who was kind enough to wish me a happy birthday yesterday — which was indeed my birthday! I spent it largely knitting and relaxing at home during the day, which was amazing (and rarely happens), and then dinner with my daughters and husband. Today, much of the day was also spent knitting, relaxing, eating brunch with my extended family, and visiting friends (for fun and to deliver presents) — so the birthday celebration went on! Such a deal!
From tonight’s walk
on the wild side in the wetlands:
I took a walk expecting to see some November-ish scenes, like this
or this. (As I obviously did.)
Even though the sun wasn’t warm any more, I felt lucky to see some sunset gold, here
and fading pinks here over the bluff.
Moments after that last picture, though, I turned around to see something amazing. But…I’m going to save it for next Eye Candy Friday. This post is quite long enough, and stunning pictures are few and far between in late November!
A sunny though brisk November day, after a mild fall. The dusting of snow we got yesterday has melted. But winter is looming. The sun no longer gets high in the sky, at our Northern latitudes.
(the above picture was not long after noon)
Still, the birds were busy in the short day’s sunshine. I saw a number: wrens, finches, these black flocking birds that I have never identified, and a chilly robin.
Not color-enhanced, the sky really is that blue today.
The garden is mostly shades of grey and brown, but there’s still a little color in it.
It is November, though. Soon, all will be asleep, under a comforter of snow, and dreaming of next spring.
It’s so amazing to see flowers that I bought seeds for and planted in my garden years ago (and which didn’t necessarily do well), growing (literally) like weeds!
California poppies at the edge of Ludlow Bay, Washington.