"The colors in this yarn reminded me of the beginning of autumn," reminisces Patterson, "not those stunning years with the sudden cold snap that turned all the leaves into brilliant shades of reds and golds overnight, but of the years where summer faded slowly into autumn, when the leaves slowly changed from greens to soft golds and browns, and Dad sighed patiently when I kicked all the leaves out of his nice, neat piles." It's indeed a very textural pattern, calling branches to mind, flexible and unisex and intriguing. Stitch patterns are both written and charted.
