“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
I knit this sweater last Spring, just as the weather was turning and it was too hot to wear it. I wanted a thick and squishy, flannel lined, Celtic cabled sweater suited for an old man sipping scotch and smoking cigars. I have been waiting all this time to be able to wear it.