The rain theme continues, boy does it ever. We live in a rain forest, no question. In the neighbourhood a walker can observe the water coming straight down from above, and bouncing, yes bouncing, off the ground. This is not the sweet little drizzle of a spring shower, this rain pulls the leaves off the trees and onto the road and houses. This is the short interval before all the leaves drop and the city comes round to clear the drains, and it is kind of magical. The light reflects off the pavement and trees, and the walker feels in a tunnel, with the noise of the rain making the inside of a waterproof hood a closed noisy space. The ground is saturated and shoes are too. The smell of wet dirt and trees is intense and a bit dizzying. Saturated clothing is left at the entrance of the home and it is lovely to change into flannel pyjamas and brew up a chai. And knit, most likely.
I mentioned in a post before that when I left the north people told me that Vancouver had no seasons. Hmm.
One worrying thing though – if this rain continues the rainforest is going to take over.
Too late. It already is.
Knitting is ongoing, but no pictures yet. Elizabeth Zimmerman’s Pi Shawl, done in handspun. For a change it will be a real shawl, not a shawlette or scarf, so it is taking some time. I am up to five hundred plus stitches a round – and still on the body of the thing, so it is not fast going. (Maybe a pair of socks on the side for more immediate gratification?)