A small diversion from knitting and crochet, today. The twinnage and Mr TwistedYarn and I went for an autumnal wander. Actually it’s not properly autumnal here quite yet. Some of the trees have turned, most are still green, so walking around you can see every shade of yellow, orange, red, brown and green. Nature never gets it wrong, colourwise, does she? Never looks dated, never clashes. Here are some of the leaves scrunched underfoot by the twinnage:-
Rich autumn shades are the ones I most want to borrow and bring inside. Look at those reds!
Wandering at toddler pace, we eventually reached the windbreaks. There are lots of them round here: queues of tall, old poplars, planted long ago to protect fruit orchards that have long been uprooted. This village was once the centre of cherry-growing in this country. You can still see occasional tired-looking remnants of cherry orchards, and the hedges are dotted with cherry trees, but scarcely any commercial production happens now. Here are some of the windbreaks:-
Home now, and knitting effigies of all four of us plus our house, to put on this blog. Mr TwistedYarn has been warned that if he’s mean to me, I shall knit warts on his nose.
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