The summer canning is finally done, and put away, though a Saturday trip to the farmer’s market is still tempting. The basil bought on Saturday has become a winter supply of pesto; the Western Slope peaches became, with some raspberries from the back yard, a pie for Sunday that was declared, by 14 year old Michael, the best he’d ever eaten, adding that his mother uses Pillsbury crust, and the home-made is much better! High praise. Boys that age are the authority on pies.
And I’m looking at the catalogue of Trees of Antiquity for a two or three more cider apple trees, so pleased am I with the whole cidering thing. That means some big holes to dig and amend and allow to settle over the winter, but if I’m anywhere near as lucky with the new ones as I’ve been with my old Northern Spy, we should be able to have a crop in three to five years, and a little more shade on the south side of the house. I’m hoping there will be many more cidering parties to come, and that if you have apple trees, you’ll give it a try, with help from a good manual such as Cider: Making, Using, & Enjoying Sweet & Hard Cider, by Annie Proulx and Lew Nichols.
I’ve ordered a decent apple mill—the rented one was Italian, beautifully designed, but for grapes, and not up to the chore with apples—that will arrive soon. And purchased a small press.
There’s still lots of garden work to do, though I managed to hang two trellises for Zephirine Drouhin, which had grown untidy, and will now shield the east side of my porch, making it more pleasant for morning coffee on hot summer mornings.
And I’m chosing something to enter in a local art show in which, last year, only two textile entries were among the about 80 pieces in the show—my sweater, Geologica, and a magnificent quilt. This year, they’re specifically asking for textile entries, because people responded so favorably to those.
I have tackled the summer sketchbooks, and finished this addition to the animal scarves, for those of you who are addicts. It would make a wonderful gift for any knitter you know, including yourself.
As you can see, it’s a sheep, done in an amazing, not to mention exasperating, MaggiKnits curly mohair, run with alpaca, with the legs and head and ears in black Cascade 220. I photographed it at the farmer’s market, on Alicia Werner (aka The Zipper Lady and also the tilesetter on her one-time fraternity house, soon to be a B&B), but it’s now on its way to Elaine Silverstein, at Vogue Knits in New York.
There is a lot in the sketchbooks, some of it just goofy, and some quite workable. I’m trying to decide what to do next (I knit all the prototypes, by the way, write all the patterns and do the charts, which is one reason I’m slower at this than perhaps I should be). First, I need to finish my log-cabin baby blanket, which is feeling neglected.
And then on to more cool-weather wear.
A newish knitter asked me, by the way, how hard it might be for her to do Andes for her husband. Not very. It is pretty much a plain gansey-type sweater knit in the round, with a little jacquard work. And that collar is easier than it looks. If you’re tempted, you can do it. Love that sweater!
And thanks to all of you who have made kind comments about customer service. It means a great deal to me, because I work pretty hard to be, as a vendor, the kind of person I’d like to deal with if I were a buyer. Thanks also to those who think enough of HCK and some of the patterns to mention them to friends and to online forums. After just a year, HCK is a modest success, thanks more to you than to me.