Fallen branches snap underfoot along the thin, winding path woven through the trees. Rough, grayed bark wraps around their trunks, kissed by lichens of pale green and soft,verdant mosses. As twilight falls softly, their limbs offer shelter for autumn’s last birds. Grey from the stonewall blends together with the treebark, contrasted only by the warm golden brown of the fallen oak & birch leaves. Breath comes in clouds now, a gift from the new cold front that blew in when the morning was just waking.

This hat is fully reversible and extra squishy. Please, please take the time to swatch to ensure a good fit!

Errata on crown shaping:
Round 13: omit first k2tog
Round 14: p1, work rest of round as written
Final dec round A: k2tog, k3, etc