The second Sunday of Advent and we light our candle again.
As I touched the match to each wick the phrase 'a bloom of candles' came to me. Where was it from? I dug out a volume of Laurie Lee's poetry that I've had since sixth form. The line about bare fruit trees also seemed apt as the last leaves fall from the Quince Tree.
It was Mum who taught me to crochet. Thanks Mum, and thanks for the yarn :o) She has used slightly different colours to those she bought me. What amazes me about this yarn is that it appears to change colour with each row, not half way through a row but at the beginning. Very strange I think it is magic. I'm planning a blanket for my sofa. I'm not sure whether to work it in trebles or in granny stitch. Must experiment. I can't wait to get started.