vegetable soup

Life has been a rollicking string of exams lately, tied loosely together by bike rides, movies, and spurts of knitting. The latest scarf in my collection, done in a slubbed, varigated wool by Berocco purchased by my mom as a birthday gift, has been completed just in time for some dastardly cold weather. Although here in the Pacific Northwest we can't hold a candle to the sub zero temps of the Northeast, nightime lows in the teens are enough to keep everyone bundled up.

This weekend began with an impromptu exodus to Portland. I returned home from classes on Friday to find the streets of unincorporated Pierce county littered with tree branches and downed powerlines. The high winds had even been strong enough to uproot a mature pine tree that had careened into a nearby house. Power had been out at my house all day which meant no heat and the inevitable onset of total darkness at 5:30 pm. After deliberating a few minutes, I packed up my knitting and my kitty and hit the highway south to a warm meal and lots of reading light.

So I finally finished up this scarf, named Vegetable Soup thanks to Deborah, while the cold winds blew outside. Hopefully as winter finishes up, it will keep me as warm as its namesake as I fantasize about summer and warm air.