I went up to the farm this past weekend and took a long walk with the dog in the quiet woods. The leaves are starting to turn. Flashes of color kept making me stop for closer inspection and admiration.
There's a few new colorways of yarn coming out of my mom's dye pots. I like the one with the yellows and pale pinks. It reminds me of walking through the dappled light of an autumn birch grove.
Happy early autumn.