Weather map in the NYTimes for November 12, 1955 / Celebrating the 59th Anniversary / This / This
It was a beautiful day then and it was a beautiful day today. Standing on the steps of the church. Breezy but warm. Sit and soak up the sun. Sharp glass of wine. Crisp french fries. Air coming in the window. Happy and sad. Sun glinting lower now, but still bright.
Me, circa 1969
Does this picture explain where my love of yoked sweaters comes from?
Looking forward to reading the new book about my favorite type of sweater to knit by Kate Davies: YOKES (eleven signature designs, with stories of the sweater that changed the shape of modern knitting). More yoke wonderfulness; here, and here.
yoke: that which joins or unites. There are many ways the word is used.
Late summer sky, 2014
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
~ Samuel Coleridge, excerpt from Frost at Midnight