A couple of weeks ago, as we returned home from soccer game, I looked up and out to an amazingly colorful sunset over Lake Ontario, and noticed that the clouds had that autumn 'look.' You know the one. It's hard to describe, but I know it when I see it. The purples in the clouds are a little darker, grayer, defined than earlier in the week. And there was just that slight touch of 'nip' in the air.
Each time a new season begins to edge itself in, I swear that the new one is my favorite. But, truly, fall holds a special place in my heart. I think it's the richness of the forest scents that emerge, the deeper shades of summer colors, and definitely the crazy quilt colors of autumn trees in my area of the country. Fall means putting those cozy sweaters and sweatshirts on when the sun goes down, campfires that are actually needed for some warmth, and a return to a familiar school/work routine. The coming of fall means the savoring of every last vestige of summer, too.
What does fall mean for my crochet work? Moving from small summer purses and totes to more serious bookbags, from skinny cotton scarves to fluffy cowls, from lightweight jewelry to mittens and fingerless gloves. Fall means deeper colors, thicker, warmer fibers, more intricate textures, and a wonderful new feeling of discovery as I turn to new ideas and materials. I'm looking forward to making some projects with alpaca, for instance. The yarn I purchased this summer hasn't quite begun to speak to me yet, but I can hear it starting to whisper as fall approaches. And I love working with the huge range of hues available in soft acrylics, thicker organic cottons, and heavier, repurposed yarns. Yes, the change of seasons is upon us, and it inspires, thrills, and entices!