That would be me, like a queen in her parlor, eating bread and honey. Mr. Pike, the beekeeper, delivered these bottles of honey from the hives in my yard, gathered in the flowers in our fields and woods. There's still quite a bit of honey left in the hives for the bees to use to get through the coming winter.
Scarf # 3 is drying on the line. I'll call it Sugar Maple, for the color the maples are about to turn on the hill. One more to make on this warp, but it will be back to the shadows with my normal nocturnal plan: copper, light olive green, dark orange and deep teal blue.