Yes, notice: the Lo"u" , not Loo -- the Lou is apparently what young, hipster gossip columnists call St. Louis now. Obviously not well-read young, hipster gossip columnists. Or well-traveled.
Call us what you may, our trees are singing right now. Here is the view out my front door. Look tipsy, don't I? Anyway, that particular Sugar Maple is singing what is likely its last song -- it's absolutely hollow and leaning to the left in an alarmingly increasing fashion. My neighbor and I are waiting for it to fall on their house or the house next door -- prevailing storm winds being what they are, my house is an unlikely target. It resides on city property and is not a priority item for the streets department. Which is fine for now, because it is really beautiful.
And here is a fall St. Louis sky for Sandy. That is actually a shot of the squirrel highway which is comprised of 18 of the 21 trees on our property. That highway is the bane of my sweet dog Sophie's existence. Squirrels run from branch to branch and jump easily from tree to tree across our yarn, above Sophie's head. She spends hours patrolling the perimeter, keeping the varmints overhead rather than in her yard. I enjoy watching her. She is a rescue dog, a Great Pyrenees mix -- her mom was AKC registered, her dad got over a very tall fence. She is a super dog -- we should have named her Nana. She herds kids into manageable groups by nudging them and running around them. Maybe part Border Collie? She actually looks like a Border Collie...on steroids. She weighs a hundred pounds. Her one parlor trick is this: I pat myself on the chest and say, "Big Dog" and she stand on her hind legs and puts her front paws on my shoulders. She is as tall as I am. She, to her credit, will not perform "Big Dog" on small children, even when they ask her to.
On to knitting
Mr. E's scarf is coming along. I decided on a broken or mistaken rib pattern rather than cables. I don't have time (or patience) (or uninterrupted concentration) (or, frankly, inclination) for the intricate cables in those books and I knit an Irish Hiking Scarf for one of the home-room teachers last year. Out of Odyssey in the Granite mix colorway. It was lovely. Anyway, can't repeat as they teach in the same hallway. I made a little progress on it yesterday. The stats for those who care: Knit out of Inca Alpaca, on U.S. #6 needles. Cast on 54. K2P2 ribbing for one row, knit all stitches the next row. Repeat until the yarn is gone or it's long enough. Whichever comes first. This yarn is surprisingly heavy when it's knit up. Satisfyingly so. And this pattern is masculine enough and lies flat as a man's scarf should. To fringe or not to fringe? A question for another day. This is the back of the scarf...can you tell the difference in a photo? Not so much.