With the return of autumn, days begin and end as cool as river stones. Sunlight fades early, dressing the sky with it’s autumnal wardrobe.
In the quiet folds of morning, a subdued sun imbues itself through an open window. I make espresso and wander onto the tree-lined patio before withdrawing to the warmth and comfort of the fireplace. Slowly tending to the keeping of home and to knitting for fall.
My favourite things are often those that have a story behind them or are handmade. Anything made by a single person’s hands, whether it’s a handmade journal, a carving, a hand knit garment, or a loaf of bread, each has love and attention woven into it’s existence. Each came from a different place, with its own history, and feelings of accomplishment.
“It is fairy dust and wanderlust that guide our hands to create what our hearts desire.” — Gayle Wray
Equally as much as things handmade, I love the ethereal gifts of being mesmerized by the leaves falling from trees; the scent of forests and rain; the fading glow of sunsets; stormy skies; green bits of life emerging from beneath a mossy forest bed in spring; the mournful cry of geese on an autumn morn; or the rhythmic hush of the ocean along a quiet beach.
“Here is the truth about September:
It sneaks up on you and all of a sudden it’s autumn, and you don’t know what to do with your recently orphaned August daydreams so you tuck them between the pages of brand new notebooks and you leave them in the corners of your sweatshirts pockets to gather lint and you set them on fire until all the trees are smouldering red, orange, and yellow.” – unfortunately the author of these words is unknown
To draw to a close with a bit of levity, have you ever wondered:
Now I’ll leave you with a minute of knitting. It’s the beginnings of my Bay of Fundy wrap by Shireen Nadir. I usually knit in a comfy chair but to film me knitting I had to stand up at my kitchen counter so I had a place for my camera to sit.
So dear friends tell me how you are embracing these days of autumn.
Oh yes Lotta, it truly is a bit sentimental isn’t it? Thank you for leaving this note.
I love autumn and the light from the low aetting sun. Everything get a kind of golden glow. It´s also a bit sentimental because summer is over.
lovely thoughts and so aptly put into moving words
our seasons are so different that the temps of autumn have not hit us yet, so the fact that the season has actually changed hasn’t registered in ours minds
love, love the apple photo as it truly depicts harvest which was always a part of the seasonal change when i was growing up in a much colder climate in Ohio
the music you chose for your knitting is so calming and i noticed how perfectly you have developed the taughtness of your stitches. as a teenager, one of my grandmothers attempted to teach me to crochet and i was never able to stay at the same taughtness