All is on the wane here; the long grass falls dry and soft yellow, sunlight is dimmed in the morning, the wind is colder. At the same time the bramble berries are bursting with plump ripeness and the Rowan berries shine red in the twilight as crows squawk in delight at them.
We fall into a dreamy slumber cosseted by Inner Wild hand knitted patchwork blankets. Individual patches of Donegal tweed wool, wool and silk and sequins Uist Wool and Harris wool, wool from Australia and even cotton from India: what beauty there is in diversity coming together.
Underfoot as we walk, leaves crackle, we see spiders web dewy on bare branches, Borage drops her hardy seeds over days from bountiful flowers making sure the bees have her flower nectar again next year. Promises of a future more abundant than this one, ever-expanding and growing.
But today we appreciate the warmth of spiced pumpkin colour and the rich texture of cables and hand knitted bobbles on a sweater hand knitted with love to keep a child warm.
And so as blue skies turn opaque we nestle in the mellowness of muted greens and yellow. Happy Autumn.
Nights of clear starry skies and watery transparency. Warm woollens and sparkling sequins, layers of silk and light-catching shimmering yarn. Winter this year has been a natural wonderland. Bright moonlit nights. Glittering snow, sparkling ice and translucent hail. We revel in the change of seasons, the contrast of dark and light, warmth and cold, the …
Vibrant emerald green fades quickly to muted dusky brown. Our Hebridean sky becomes more complicated with squally clouds edged in black and orange-red speeding above us. The wind carries wild autumn seeds of Hogweed and Bishop’s Lace that will settle and sow themselves to flower next year. Goldfinches eat the last Self-Heal seeds and sparrows …
A little festive fun. Red winter berries seem more vibrant this year. Green leaves quiver in the wind. We walk amongst the spruce and pine, sighing with their creaky bough songs, listening to green needles tingle. There may be snow for Christmas. Candles bright in windows. The sky darkens quickly in the afternoon. Stars visit …
Autumn: grasses fall, we slumber, cosy
All is on the wane here; the long grass falls dry and soft yellow, sunlight is dimmed in the morning, the wind is colder. At the same time the bramble berries are bursting with plump ripeness and the Rowan berries shine red in the twilight as crows squawk in delight at them.
We fall into a dreamy slumber cosseted by Inner Wild hand knitted patchwork blankets. Individual patches of Donegal tweed wool, wool and silk and sequins Uist Wool and Harris wool, wool from Australia and even cotton from India: what beauty there is in diversity coming together.
Underfoot as we walk, leaves crackle, we see spiders web dewy on bare branches, Borage drops her hardy seeds over days from bountiful flowers making sure the bees have her flower nectar again next year. Promises of a future more abundant than this one, ever-expanding and growing.
But today we appreciate the warmth of spiced pumpkin colour and the rich texture of cables and hand knitted bobbles on a sweater hand knitted with love to keep a child warm.
And so as blue skies turn opaque we nestle in the mellowness of muted greens and yellow. Happy Autumn.
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