I want to write about fall. The season, not the verb.
I much prefer the term autumn, just because there's something so poetic and beautiful about that word. As a season, it has all the things I like: warm days, cool, but cozy evenings, the opportunity to wear sweaters and shawls (I knit, for heaven's sake. I need to wear these things sometime!), and the colours... man, the colours...
These are the colours that my eyes search out each time I walk into a yarn shop, a clothing store, or even an art supply store. It's deep red, forest green, purple so dark you can get lost in it, and gold, pure gold...
I was swimming at the local pool yesterday, and every time I glanced out of the windows, I was met with pure gold... leaves that seemed to glow yellow, reflecting even more light from the bright sun that was shining. I thought of the sunflowers back home in Manitoba, how they would be ready for harvest, and how much I used to love wearing sunflower patterns. It makes me think of those chilly Sunday mornings when the sun ceases to be an oppressive force to be avoided at all costs, and instead becomes a source of warmth that my doggie and I can bask in on the couch.
A quick search for the word "autumn" in Ravelry brings up some beautiful patterns, many of which already reside in my queue:
- My favourite baby sweater pattern, Autumn Leaves
- A beautiful hat, Autumn Vines Beret
- A shawl of delicious colour, Autumn Shawl
Oh, and you know, it also helps that this is also the season where the clocks move back an hour, and we all get another hour to sleep. Colour, shmolour, if that's not enough to like a season, what more could there be?