I’ve brought hot cider…been virtually mulling all day in my crock pot with some lemon zest, orange slices, allspice berries, crystallized gingers, maple syrup, cloves, and cinnamon. Can you smell it?
It’s my favorite time of year. Autumn to me feels like burrowing into the heart of the year, the time of gathering in the rewards of summer’s labor and laying by sustenance and protection against the coming cold.
Everything about the season delights me. Leaves. Colors. Smells. Sounds. Flavors. Wild geese. Flaming mountains. Azure skies.
I have so many sweet–and sometimes bittersweet–memories of walks, rides, and drives through stunning landscapes that I cannot see a picture of an autumn leaf without a sense of yearning.
Fall is also about loss and mortality–regarded not with sorrow–but with exuberance and flamboyance. Abandon. Liberty. Freedom to explore, to reach for something higher, and yearn for something more. Beauty and wistfulness intermixed. How I long to migrate with the birds, go on a long journey.
Does autumn inspires you? Tell me about it! My favorite time to think about fuzzy sweaters, and colorful yarns!
I found this cute felted project that would make a year-round or a holiday handmade baby gift for a special child–out of old woolen sweaters you never wear, finished objects that are ghastly, or Goodwill/Thrift find that is begging to be made into something else. Wouldn’t they make a cute mobile for a baby’s room!
Happy crafting and keep those creative juices running!
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