I finally broke out the “Maine Morning Mitts” I knit for myself this past summer. I first spotted these on the hands of our mail lady, CarolAnn. Her mother knits them, and once the weather turns cold, she wears them religiously. They’re a great balance between warmth and finger freedom, if that makes sense?
So, anyway, I complimented CarolAnn on her Maine Morning Mitts, and the following week, she dropped a pair off for Pepper. Wasn’t that kind of her? Pepper is often out of doors – frequently without gloves – and CarolAnn must have noticed.
CarolAnn also gave me a copy of the pattern, with the stipulation that if I had any trouble at all making them, I should just ask. Her mother would certainly know what to do. I thought that was kind too.
As it turns out, though, the mitts are pretty easy to whip up. If you’re comfortable knitting in the round, they shouldn’t give you any trouble. The only tricky part is the thumb hole, and even that is not so bad. I made my pair in a couple of days out of less than a skein of acrylic yarn (Vanna’s Choice), but I think anything worsted weight would do. Also – this would be a great way to use up leftover yarn from other projects.
So! If you’re interested in making a pair for yourself, you can find the pattern HERE.
Finally – one last shot of the mitts, this time in focus:
(I was surprised how hard it was to take a picture of my own hand. Strange.)
From the dining room table, waiting for CPT America and Ginger to come in out of the rain (they’re out running),
On Saturday, the girls and I went pumpkin picking at Westview Farms in Monson.
It’s a wonderful place to visit practically any time of year (it’s open April through November), but we especially enjoy it in the fall.
You can buy Indian corn and gourds and cornstalks there too – or just visit and feed the goats in the petting zoo.
We usually manage at least one visit to Westview each year, walking down to the fields just below the farm to pick out our pumpkins. But this year, we went with a group from our church and added a hay ride to the day’s agenda.
The hay ride took us past a pond…
through the woods…
and to another, smaller pumpkin field where the wagons stopped and everyone got out to search for pumpkins.
Here’s Ginger in the field…
Then, once everyone had found a pumpkin to their liking, we loaded back into the wagons for the ride back.
By the time we got back, it was almost noon, so the girls and I stopped in at the farm’s restaurant to eat lunch.
And, then, of course, the girls had to get ice cream – which Westview Farms is famous for. They make it fresh on site, and it’s quite good.
Though, it’s always a bit strange eating ice cream in October. It’s not really ice cream weather anymore, is it? But when we go to Westview Farms, we feel compelled to eat ice cream. And then we end up with blue lips because we’re so cold.
There are worse problems to have, though, and a nice drive down the mountain with the heat going sets everything to rights again.
And, speaking of drives, the drive to Westview – if you take the over-the-mountain Monson Road route – is every bit as pretty (in my opinion) as the Mohawk Trail. In fact, the drive ended up being one of my favorite parts of the morning, and it’s especially nice if you put on some bluegrassy music while you’re driving (which I did). Or, you can just drive in silence and focus on all the autumnal color. Either way, it’s lovely.
From the dining room table, with what may be the season’s last garden bouquet on the table next to me (they’re forecasting 27 degrees as the overnight low),
Leaves are hard.
They’re like the moon. Or sunrises. It’s hard to do them justice in a photograph.
You stand there thinking, “This tree is beautiful! These colors are breathtaking!” You reach for your camera. You want to capture it all in pixelated form….And then the thing that shows up on your camera screen doesn’t even come close to the dazzle of what you see before you. And you feel sad.
That’s how I felt yesterday as I tried to capture some of the amazing color we’ve seen this week.
Try as I might, I couldn’t get a single image that pleased me.
So, I fell back on the old trick of zooming in on smaller parts of the whole.
And that was better.
I pretended I was Ginger and tried to shoot from unexpected angles.
But, truthfully, I remain unsatisfied. None of these shots really capture the kind of intense, gorgeous color we’ve been enjoying this week; not just the reds you see here, but the golds and oranges, too. Everywhere, it looks like the trees are plugged in. There’s a sort of warm, rosy glow over everything. It’s just beautiful.
But you’re going to have to take my word for it. I can’t even begin to show you.
From the dining room table, certain that trees are one of the most amazing things in all of Creation…