Apples. Apple Crisps. Apple Cider. Autumn apple bounty from my Mom's organic orchard. YUM! I'm hoping to plant a couple antique apple varieties in my own yard. Who needs extra lawn to mow? Duchess Oldenburg, one of the trees on my wish list is a Russian variety from the 1600s. Is it weird to want historic apples?
My spinning wheel looks great cozied up to the funny little gas fireplace in the corner of the living room. I haven't spun anything since I was about 16, so I'm looking forward to seeing if I can even remember how. For now I've got rosemary hanging up to dry on my reel and I'm still knitting with commercial yarns. Either way, handspun or commercial spun, handknit woolly socks (and toasting your toes by the fire) belong to autumn weather.
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