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.
Quiet contemplation and contentment. Short days and frosty nights. A coolness of light. The quietness of time spent observing, being aware, noticing the beauty in every tiny moment. I am knitting a sock on tiny needles with rustic 4 ply wool rough against my finger tips. Ice crystals slide down the window glass. Letting all …
BEFORE: Super rustic, gorgeously toothy pure Donegal wool on the cone, bamboo needles, my fingers, what we will make today? AFTER: Of course, a dreamy Inner Wild Gathering Bodice Donegal Wool on the cone, you are so tactile and textured you should be allowed to show off a bit. Yes, it does mean working in …
As we are all part of nature we feel the quickening in early Spring, a tingling of life force awakening inside us, a desire to rampage into newness. I wonder if like the sap in plant stems that is suddenly rising and full of vigour, we too have this response in our bodies. All things …
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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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