Autumn in Tasmania is a beautiful season. With a pronounced chilliness in the air, the trees have taken centre stage. The trees are now dressed in multitudinous shades of burnished yellows, russet browns and burnt oranges. Their Spring and Summer verdant frocks are gradually being changed into rustling, crunchy, taffeta-like leaves. With each day the leaves subtly change to different hues, where the weary branches finally release their grip; the leaves slowly tumbling to the ground forming a crackling carpet.
Oh have a lookity look at that......a fairy or two in my Weeping Cherry tree!
Well I never!!
Soon the trees will be naked against the misty backdrop, but for now I am just enjoying the glorious Autumnal shades that never fail to delight. As we drive through the countryside as far as the eye can see, there is a patchwork of rich and glorious shades of Autumn. We experience days of clear Autumn light, bringing a clarity to the subtle hues of the landscape. Alas, we also experience days of howling winds which seem to almost blow our humble abode from it's foundations......up, up up into the windswept skies. Winds, which in one foul swoop, strip trees of their leaves, leaving them skeletal. Yes indeedy, a sure sign that Old Man Winter is nearly upon us.
Soon the trees will be naked against the misty backdrop, but for now I am just enjoying the glorious Autumnal shades that never fail to delight. As we drive through the countryside as far as the eye can see, there is a patchwork of rich and glorious shades of Autumn. We experience days of clear Autumn light, bringing a clarity to the subtle hues of the landscape. Alas, we also experience days of howling winds which seem to almost blow our humble abode from it's foundations......up, up up into the windswept skies. Winds, which in one foul swoop, strip trees of their leaves, leaving them skeletal. Yes indeedy, a sure sign that Old Man Winter is nearly upon us.
The flip side to cooling Autumnal days is that there is always an open fire ablazing. And.....of course cooler days means a little knitting. I have knitted a few more of my cabled strips and stitched them to my patchwork, mohair throw. I have a frozen shoulder (which the doctor informed me could stick with me for a year or more.....oh joy). I can only knit a little each time......but my pretty throw is growing, albeit a little slowly. Frozen shoulder or not, a gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do!
My pretty throw is growing ever so slowly.
Long country drives, warm toasty fires, a little knitting,.....yes indeedy, Autumn down here at the bottom of the world is mighty fine.
Linking this week to the lovely Janine's, Wool on Sundays. This week Janine has shared with us a tutorial for the lovely crochet purse, similar to the gorgeous one she gifted me here. So do visit, Janine, you won't be disappointed.
Until the next time........'tis toodles from me.
