The days are getting steadily shorter, but not any colder. If it weren't for the ferns turning the mountainside russet red, or field trips with N collecting basketfulls of walnuts, I'd swear we were at the start of summer, not autumn.
There was only thing for it. Put on a flowery frock, walk barefoot in the summer meadows and cast on a pretty summer sweater in some recycled 4 ply cotton whilst we wait for the north wind to start blowing the leaves off the trees!
(Not that I'm in any hurry for the snow to arrive by the way, even if I would quite like to try on my new hat...)
what a lovely blog fran. I'm not sure how I found you but I'm glad that I have.ReplyDelete
Oh thank you so much for passing by and for your lovely words - they really made my day!Delete
(And you reminded me I need to get back to work on this sweater!!)