Arbutus

Here on Vancouver Island, arbutus trees are everywhere. They shed their bark all summer long, and in the fall, robins flock to them, feasting on the ruby red berries. They’re a tough tree, choosing poor sandy soil over the rich loam of the west coast rain forest, perching on rocky outcrops, leaning towards the ocean. Both the colour of this yarn and the texture of the lace reminded me of the arbutus and made me think of sitting beside one on a grey fall morning, cup of steaming tea in hand, watching the waves on the ocean together. This is what I’d want to wear on such a morning - something cozy and warm and soft.