So close, yet so far away......
It is going to rain tomorrow here in the mountains, so I took my Wednesday walk today. I had plans of killing 2 birds with a single stone on my walk. Winterberries for decorating and Winterberries for photographing some sock yarn that I was thrilled with.
Earlier in the week, I visited with a friend, just down the road a spell and noticed these lovely berries as I drove past. I thought to myself....."Self, those berries would be perfect in a few planters and they would be free."
My foot actually sunk down in the swampy bog up to my knees..........yuk!
Perhaps there is a reason why those lovely winterberries are still in the bog and not in a planter on someone's porch:(
A mild, sunny afternoon so quiet that you could hear the constant chatter of the birds and squirrels preparing for the winter. I love the colors of autumn moving into winter, don't you? The grass that turns to warm flaxen straw against the golden highlights of an early setting sun, the evergreens and the cold steel grey of the streams with little whitecaps turning into ice. I love this time of year in all of it's crispness!
Once home again, I found a suitable spot to take pictures of the red skein once my sopping socks were washed and hung to dry.....my little dining room Christmas tree :-)
I am so pleased with this yarn as red is THE hardest color to dye. My 25 year old son is a die hard red soxs fan, and I wanted to make him a pair of Red Sox socks for Christmas. With all of the sock yarn I have kicking around here, I couldn't justify buying any, so out came the dye pots and a few prayers.
I think he is going to love these socks :-)