Entre le chien et le loup

I once knew someone who called twilight “entre le chien et le loup”–between the dog and the wolf. It is a very French sort of thing to say; romantic and elegant-sounding, especially in French, but with only a vague sort of meaning. Vague is as vague does, and earlier this week, I began to feel ready for Autumn. I am, mentally, entre le chien et le loup, season-wise.

On the one hand, I am pulling this out of my garden:

(forgive me for all the green ones there–they were shaken loose in a windstorm earlier this week)

And on the other hand, all I can dream about is curling up with this:

Mountain Colors Bearfoot sock yarn. This is the very most specialest yarn in the whole wide world. Really.


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