An Autumnal Set

Thoughts . . .

 Sometimes you see a kit and you think you MUST have it.

 Sometimes it's the pattern,

Sometimes it's the yarn,

 and sometimes it's the colour.

Sometimes you complete the project quickly,

and sometimes you stagnate.

However, there is always 

another thought.

Morphing

Where are the songs of Spring? 

Ay, where are they?

Think not of them,

thou hast thy music, too -

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains

with rosy hue . . .
                                                               To Autumn, John Keats

Clue #4 from John Keats

 A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its loveliness increases; it will never

 Pass into nothingness; but will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams . . .

And the final clue . . . 

Bakewell? Ashford? Monsal Trail?

Yes, we visited the glorious Derbyshire Dales.

Clue #3 from Herman Melville

 Not magnitude,

not lavishness,

But Form

 - the Site;

 Not innovating wilfulness,

 But reverence

for the Archetype.

Clue #2 from Christina G. Rossetti

 Does the road wind uphill all the way?

 Yes, to the very end.

 Will the day's journey take

 the whole long day?

From morn to night, my friend.

Clue #1 from Sylvia Plath

 The sheep know where they are,

 Browsing in their dirty wool-clouds,

Grey as the weather . . .

Do You Know?

Can you guess where we've been?