Before I begin my post - I want to thank you for you kind words for my last post, I have found it hard to say out loud what I have been through over the last three years and calling myself a survivor proves to me that I have got through the worst and can now look forward rather than dwell on the past. #mentalhealthawareness
A quick cellphone snap - one small cat feeling cold, snuggled under my crochet, where she stayed 'under sufferance' most of the evening. She did not approve of me moving the wip around as I worked.
Like me, it seems that the trees are only now reluctantly accepting the end of summer, as round here the leaves are just beginning to turn. Youngest goes to uni this weekend and there has been a fair bit of organising, packing, buying checking and rechecking details. Although his lack of presence will leave a rather large languorous long legged space in our home - the time is right for him to take the next step and he is so looking forward to it - he deserves it.
Like most of this month's photos - this one is from the archives, Pan sporting a natty cat-kerchief. I haven't lifted the knitting pins for a couple of years now but I have fallen back in with the crochet crowd and wonder why I abandoned it in the first place? I completed my first full sized blanket for a while, in shades of blues and greys and immediately picked up more stash wool and started another.
Once upon a time, I would regularly photo my baking - these days, it tends to get eaten before I have had time, so you are now seeing yet another archived picture. We'd spent a glorious ten days up on Skye, a beautiful rain drenched, midgie infested, sea held, mountainous island with some rather interesting (tourist attracting) shops and bakeries. We rather liked the Skye Bakery and worked our way through several versions of their 'lunch loaves'. When we returned for a while I made them at home specifically for the boys to take when out walking. I really should make them again.
Outside our lounge window is a rather handsome web and grumpy spider - perfect.
My own choice
Rolling mist creeping through the fields above our house, slipping around the sheep and up and over the walls. Eerily beautiful.