and if you're here for the blog, read on, apologies again for that line up top, professional site and google still giving each other the cold shoulder. Vaguely knit related content follows.
Everyone has their end of summer rituals: closing the cabin , shopping for back to school clothes, cooking huge pots of tomato sauce with basil. Being a swimmer, I hate to see the warm weather fade. September is glorious but wistful as the water cools and days get shorter. Around here we draw out the summer ending ritual as long as possible.
First there's our festival all Labor Day weekend. I was a judge at the sand castle contest this year. oh, the power.
Then there's my summer knitting ritual, of finishing up a pair of socks that I work on a few lines at at a time on the beach. Sandy, slow ,and sociable knitting. My own little private Summer of Sock(s).
Tonight though, finished sock or not, marks the real end-of-summer ritual . It's the annual Last Full Moon of Summer Neighborhood Ladies Skinny Dip , referred to locally as The Swim. I've got champagne (required) , my candles (optional but a nice touch, we float them), there should be about 60 of us. The teenage boys of the neighborhood cringe in horror at the thought of us out there, and complain of the noise. Revenge? sweeet.
Only , what?, 10 months to go till it's summer again...