Oh November. Cold, driving rain, a bit like strands of grey wool. Bitter icy drops, a bit like silver star shaped stitchmarkers (say that fast).
Cold little bird, perched on wool that has turned blue and white from the winter.
"Not yesterday I learned to know...
The love of bare November days...
Before the coming of the snow."
Fair play, Rob. You could have been writing about knitting in winter. Like Emily Dickinson, who actually did! Autumnâ€”overlooked my Knitting Autumnâ€”overlooked my Knittingâ€” Dyesâ€”said Heâ€”have Iâ€” Could disparage a Flamingoâ€” Show Me themâ€”said Iâ€” Cochinealâ€”I choseâ€”for deeming It resemble Theeâ€” And the little Borderâ€”Duskerâ€” For resembling Meâ€” (Emily Dickinson) Go Emily! Patron poet of dyers, spinners, knitters and crocheters.
Her winter warmer cosy coat then, was probably red. We've got ours in an elegant navy.
So put on your wool, brew up a cuppa, and enjoy a browse of all the new pattern books we have in stock. It's definitely, definitely, the time of year for knitting :D