31 Oct 2013
7 Oct 2013
Outbound ✈️
Although I like spring better, autumn is a beautiful time of year. But, for me, it always brings with it a certain restlessness that, no doubt, hearkens back to the days when one's clan/tribe broke camp and moved on.When the leaves fall and the skeins of honking geese take to the wing, that restlessness intensifies and then my nomadic urge to move on really clicks in. So, luckily, this fall my bags are packed and I am more than ready to go.
Enjoy these lovely autumn days, and if you are in the southern hemisphere, happy spring!
The morns are meeker than they were
The nuts are getting brown
The berry's cheek is plumper
The rose is out of town
The maple wears a gayer scarf
The field a scarlet gown
Lest I should be old-fashioned
I'll put a tinket on
Emily Dickinson
1 Oct 2013
Squirrel Away
As the days grow shorter, I am having an overwhelming urge to squirrel away some yarn for my winter knitting. With so many mail order options available, there's a lot to choose from. But in a few days, I'll be visiting a great yarn shop or two and then I can ooh and aah, in person, over the many beautiful colours and great, I hope, selection.
In the meantime, I've been hunting for pumpkins and a squash or two...
Progress...
For me, one of the joys of knitting comes from the patterns. Each one is unique and usually a bit of a puzzle. I love to see the garments flow and come together, especially lace which often flowers into a work of art.
In the meantime, I've been hunting for pumpkins and a squash or two...
These pumpkins will soon be grinning or grimacing from a window or doorstep. |
Beautiful |
Progress...
My Darjeeling shawl. I love the construction. It's neat! I'll be looking for silk yarn so that I can knit another one that drips with drape. |
Every leaf speaks to me
Fluttering from an autumn tree.
Emily Bronte