A Growing Thrill

My visual thrills this week have been provided by the field of barley next to the Windswept Acre. Each morning when I take the dogs out, I stand with my rapidly cooling coffee and just gaze at the field. The barley is right at that stunning green-gold phase and it simply glows in the morning sun. When the barley ripples in the  breeze, the whole field just shimmers green and gold. On Monday morning I thought to myself “If I could encapsulate that in a yarn, I would make a lovely sweater of it.” Then I saw Natalie’s photographs of this week’s yarn… and one of them totally captured the feeling I have been experiencing, if not the actual shades.

1896 tricot
Crannog in Tricot (1896) from The Yarn Yard

I’m in yarn lust.

Is that not a thrilling yarn?

Actually, most of Natalie’s yarns this week are equally thrilling, maybe even more so. The colours are sensational. Look here. (I love Posy and Mistake and Autumn Already… and Squeeze and Wet Garden and…)

They aren’t up in the shop yet… but I am monitoring the situation 🙂

(Would love to illustrate this post with a photograph of the field, but the sun went in as soon as I loaded my camera.)

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