Glorious decay in the garden.

I spent the afternoon poking amongst the fallen leaves in the garden, trimming, weeding, digging & marvelling at the sights that autumn brings.  Here’s what I saw:

The first surprise was this adorable little visitor hanging upside down from one of the bushes.  He would not be disturbed, and slept soundly through all of our thrashing & weeding.  A cute little brown bat my husband named ‘PeeWee’.

We’re fortunate in that our neighborhood in Brooklyn is rather quiet.  The highways are far enough away so that smog & noise are minimal.  We’re seranaded by crickets in summer, rustling leaves in fall, crows in winter & sparrows in spring.  Even so, this is part of NYC & it’s hardly pastoral enough to expect to see bats in the yard.  This was a rare treat.

The rest of what I wanted to share is rather self explanatory: the glorious colors of autumnal decay.

I know that I said the next post would be about WIPs, but I felt this was worth sharing.  WIPs will be the subject of the next post.

I hope you’re enjoying a peaceful autumn in your neck of the woods.



I’ve written before about the Gateway National Recreation Area here in NYC. Someone had the great foresight to set aside some of the few remaining natural areas on the shores of NYC & preserve them. These photos were taken in Jamaica Bay in Queens. It was a hot, cloudy day with the threat of rain hanging in the air. Despite the large buildings in the distance, the only sounds were of chirping birds, honking geese, and the breeze making the brush dance before the coming storm.

Knitting content: I had my knitting in my bag. 😉

Winter’s Last Gasp.

It snowed in NYC today! I love the cold & especially the snow, and it doesn’t last long enough for me. I spent the day today curled up on the couch with my little cat & knit as the flakes flew by the window.

I love the stillness that falls when the snow comes down. The random, yet lyrical pattern the snow follows in its graceful descent. The crunch you can feel through your boots as you walk through newly settled snow. The way the outside world glows blue as the sun begins to settle below the horizon. It truly befuddles me that people look forward to the return of the heat of summer.

(except for students – they have a valid reason to wish for it I suppose, as it brings them a level of freedom they can’t get any other time of year.)

I suspect this will be winter’s last gasp, but I’ll be savoring the last of it. Every last bit I can find.