Hung Out to Dry

 

'Tis the season. I've got racks of knitwear all over the house hung with fresh washed woollies. This load is made up of my emergency knits that I keep in the car in case I don't dress warm enough for the weather. It happens all too frequently as it's much colder by the water than it is in our little valley. 

Even Pup's sweaters got a wash. She hates sweater weather. The most exercise she gets anymore is running away and hiding as soon as she sees one coming at her.