It's raining...

At last. But only 1/4 ", they tell us. Still, I'll enjoy it while it lasts — another Santa Ana (dry, clear and windy) coming on Wednesday, and in autumn that can be durned cold, sucking every last bit of moisture from your skin and chilling you, if not to the bone, at least to the tattoos.

But yesterday, pre-rain, I had some ridiculous late-November flowers.

Roses, a bit blighted, but still sweet-scented...



A couple of miniature roses...





Admittedly, this isn't a flower, but it is seasonal. Poinsettia, strangely, come from warm climates and can grow into enormous soft shrubs if given half a chance. This one was a leftover from last year's work holiday party, and it's looking fairly happy at the moment. The commercial ones used to mostly come from the San Diego area, from the Ecke nursery in North County, but Wikipedia tells me they're native to Mexico and points south.

It still seems odd to me that this subtropical became a Christmas plant. Somehow I associate Christmas with snow, which of course is, in itself, an odd association. Anyway, I'm a Jewish atheist...

In knitting news, Pea Pod the Second is ready for seaming, collar, blocking and buttons:


Pea Pod the First is now be-buttoned.



I love these little rabbits, despite their paucity of black ink. I decided they were too much of a pain for a busy mom to close more than one, though, so I am just using one at the top of each sweater.

I have "Rabbits in the Pea Patch" stuck in my head, now. Putting on Shawn Colvin to banish the demons...