Frost. Hubby actually scratched at it on the roof of his truck early this morning to prove it to me, so I wouldn't call him a liar. It was thick frost, not just the stuff that melts away the moment you touch it with your finger. It seems the Yarn Harlot and I think along the same lines. I almost stole her title, since that was my topic of choice for today. I don't like to seem like a copy-cat so I'm glad I decided to read her blog first. Heh. Turns out she was mostly talking about knitting anyway. Yeah, imagine that.
The flower beds have been getting cleaned out slowly, the flowering shrubs getting their last haircuts of the year. The pathetic vegetable garden needs to be cleaned out and put to bed. Although the last of the cherry tomatoes are still turning red, the flavour is gone. Bleh. I should not waste any time digging up new flower beds for a few things I still want to plant for next year, before the ground frost sets in. I suspect it won't be long now, but when it actually arrives it always proves to be a surprise to me. Denial perhaps? Weird.
Although the knitting I've been doing has been rather boring, mainly wash clothes (6 of them) and socks (still working on that order: I've started the fifth pair), my fingers are itching to start knitting cozy winter stuff like hats and scarves and mittens. I am bored to tears of the work horse yarns, namely cotton and B&L Tuffy. I want to knit with soft, pretty, squishy wools. I have Christmas gifts to knit too, although this year there will also be sewn gifts. Not that I'm counting but have you all noticed it's just over two months until "that day"?