Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
While I love the brilliant colors that early Autumn presents us with, it is the color of late Autumn that I love most......the colors of the mighty Oak tree....warm russet browns and golds.
Come this time of year, when we turn back the clocks, the only remaining leaves on our trees are the golden brown oak leaves. I always associate them with the smell of wood burning in stoves as the temperatures drop, home made apple crisp and the sound of those leaves being kicked here and there while taking the kids out on Halloween.
It is this very same feeling that I have when I work on these socks. Warm soft inviting browns touched with golden greens.........I can almost smell the woodstoves. :)
Do you see what I see...........why yes, that second sock is already started..........this s a very good indication that a mate for the first is sure to follow. :)