Twilight stalks the afternoon,
creeping cold ends day too soon;
Driven in to fire's side,
under cozy blankets hide,
Tea and conversation starts
warming hands as well as hearts;
Candles bravely, brightly burn -
silent, speak of day's return.
So much glorious knitting! First off the needles this month was a Modern Nymph made from left over yarn - I'm delighted with how it...