Light from the setting sun casts a gold glow on the warm ground and sets the skyline ablaze. The smell of earth and balsam fills the air. Inky black pine trees rise up along the horizon. As the atmosphere gently drifts into twilight the first stars appear as the mourning dove sings her calming song. Hot herbal tea steams from a white mug as the day winds down.

1,000 1,200, 1,400, 1,600, 1,850 yards

This sweater is worked from the top down.
Minimal seaming is required for turned hem and optional pocket.