Saturday

Roaring storm, rain, high winds last night, most damage south of here, handsome Son getting home from work at nearly 9 pm texted to say he'd made it okay, despite being blown around.  We're losing count of the number of storms at this point.

Before the storm I had made it to the knitting group, yay, four whole people, biggest crowd I've been in for a couple of years, and great fun. Two knitters, one crocheter, one stitcher. One new member is knitting a prayer shawl as part of her church ministry, with donated yarn, the shawls to be given to people who need them.

Our fearless knitting leader yet again announced she was going to learn to crochet. This is a regular announcement, and I'll be quite sad when it happens, really. The running gag will be over. But I don't know how much danger there is of that. 

She also shared a picture of a great piece of knitting. This is at the Shetland Textile Museum, home of world-class knitting for generations, this fence created by one knitter. It's based on a traditional lace design.

I've knitted a scarf years ago in a Shetland lace traditional pattern, catspaw, with much groaning and demands for quiet and no interruptions, and lifelines.

This pattern. My own is downstairs somewhere, but this shows the pattern, see the catspaws?

I was quite proud of my accomplishment, until I discovered that among Shetland knitters, it's considered so simple women, they're mainly women, do it walking about outside, chatting with their friends..

My fall indoor gardening is all about seeds. The moringa and Rose of Sharon are coming along, and I noticed on the fence an outcropping of the bitter melon gourd which climbed from next door. 

Now overripe, I thought I'd give the seeds a chance of growing like a vine indoors. So it's in its new home. You can see it's an appealing vine shape, so I'm hopeful.

I also have a few cucumber seeds which maybe I'll do the same thing with, just to see what happens. 

I'm definitely losing the space race with plants, despite Winnowing elsewhere.