Hello again my friend.
Fall, is said, to be the second spring when all the leaves are flowers.
The time of year when there's a chill in the air but you're not freezing your buns off.
I love all the sensations of this glorious season.
The sight of the colours,
the sounds of the geese feasting in the fields before they take flight,
the smell of Mother Earth, apple pies and stew on the stove,
the feel of the nippy winds blowing upon my face,
the coziness of our homes.
Have you ever really seen the sky so blue as in the autumn?
The way that the colours can be bursting one minute and the next muted and subtle.
The bounty of the harvest.
Yes sirree, I'm a fan of fall!
How about you?
HAPPY STITCHING :)