Autumn on the wing

September hit and it's as if someone immediately set the switch to "Autumn." It's grey outside. The air smells cool and damp and good. I am decked out in cozy shades of navy + grey. I have a tawny tousled mane just like a lion.The garden is starting to wind down, but you'd never know it from the way the sunflowers and marigolds are carrying on.Heritage (Hetty, I call her,) refuses to stop the show. She is even prettier now than she was in the Spring.
Up in the studio, Things are Happening. Here is the first of a pair of socks for Tom, knit from my own handspun, as it lounges after a lavender-scented bath......and this is the beginnings of a hat fit for a Southwark-wandering Wackadoo......namely me.