Over In The Meadow: Life Engineering
Someone once said the meadow on a warm June day smelled like butterfly wings. Did roses, clover, buttercups – and something else – maybe the grasses – combine for a heavenly scent. So much is contained within a small patch of what once was a pasture for cows, but is now going under development. On the needles, waves of plum tweed wool are test knit for gauge. Continue Reading
