Where did you go, Autumn?

Okay Mother Nature, make up your mind.

Last weekend was glorious in southern Ontario. We seemingly saw the arrival of autumn, which was a welcome change after a few unbearable days of heat and humidity.  We basically went from heat advisories to wind chills. Through all the hot days, I bore down, knowing that these days wouldn’t be lasting much longer for 2018. Last weekend, I happily broke out my cardigans and shawls, wrapping myself up in their warmth. I was wearing gloves! Gloves!

And then this weekend came along. More heat. More humidity. Less wonderful woollen wears. My lovely cardigans have taken their place back in my closet, waiting for the Mercury to fall again. Part of me is stubborn, and all I want to do is start wearing my cowls again, heat be damned! But the reasonable part of me realizes I don’t have A/C, and she laughed and laughed at the stubborn fool.  Needless to say, my favourite accessory stayed put.

This is Canada. The heat warnings will eventually come to an end. Until they do, I’ll be by my fan, knitting away, waiting to wear knits once again.

Summer’s Throwing Another Party, or My Ode to Autumn

As I’m writing this, I’m laying across my bed, and keeping me cool is the fan that has barely had a moment’s rest this summer.  It’s another heat wave folks!  Yet, I’m yearning for Fall.  Yesterday, as I was walking through the park where I work, I noticed a small dusting of leaves on ground, and it made me happy.  I’m an Autumn junkie.  Give me crisp days where a light jacket, and a good set of scarves and mittens will suffice.  Pumpkins gracing front porches, and leaves in colours of brilliant gold, red, and lingering green.

But summer isn’t quite over yet.

We all have one, our favourite go-to scarf, the one that we excitedly and proudly wear once it’s finally brisk enough.  Mine is my Galaxy scarf, so named for the yarn it is made from.  It’s light yet warm, and oh how I love it.  Paired with the matching set of fingerless gloves, and the cool Autumn winds have nothing on me.

But summer isn’t quite over yet.

Fall does have a downside, for following her wave is inevitably that heartless wench known more colloquially as Winter.  I’m Canadian, and while we may revel in the first snowfall, winter festivals, and anything hockey related, a Canadian winter seems never-ending, especially in the dark depths of February, when you are cold to the core and not even your warmest handknit goods can warm your heart.

But never-fear, for summer isn’t quite over yet.