It was windy last night.  An empty garbage can banging around woke me up to fears of racoons, skunks, robbers or worse.  A check of the garden revealed Jasmine blossoms blown off the potted bush that will soon have to come in.  For now they scent up the kitchen.  The pretty runner made by a dear friend who is a quilter help boost the illusion that it will always be summer.  I don’t have the exactitude for quilting or stained glass or anything that requires precision.  Better stick to knitting , a simple skill that will produce something cosy.  We’ll need cosy sooner than we like to admit.