Autumn weekend

We had our first real cold snap and frost this past Friday and Saturday nights, with day time temperatures in the low 50s. Coffeeboy also had a cold, so Saturday found me making potato-leek soup* and lighting a fire for general coziness. After watching some TV with the 'boy, I settled in by the warmth of the fire to catch up with the long-neglected Eris.

Over the course of Saturday and Sunday evenings, I completed the final corner edging on the sweater, and all I have left are the sleeves.

On a trip to the library to pick up some books for my exams, I took a small detour past a local park to sample the fall foliage and enjoy the crisp air that's finally here. Every year, it seems, I feel a new need to photograph the fall, to capture the meeting of glowing orange, stark brown, and shining blue, or the convergence of fading green, crumpled yellow, and even tan.

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*Soup isn't all that we cooked this weekend. For example, the basil got a bit frostbitten, so we picked the remaineder of it, and a corresponding amount of parsley, and made pesto. We made granola, which we do every week for our breakfasts. (I have a post about that in the makings, something about stashing). And then we made some ginger-molasses ice cream to share when friends come over tonight to watch Battlestar Galactica. Let me tell you, the kitchen has never seen so many dishes of varying sorts moving through it at so many different times (except for when we had 13 people over for Passover, that is)! All this cooking was above and beyond, you know, cooking dinner, breakfast or lunch.