One thing is certain. The days of trying to impress kids with tales of how hard winters were back when we were young are over. This winter has been frozen to nearly twenty degrees below zero and has been buried under huge snowfalls that remind me of when I was struggling the half-mile or mile to school. I lived in a city then where the usual practice was to get out early and shovel the walk. To leave it unshoveled would be shameful unless you were so elderly that your neighbors would be shamed to leave it for you to do and so they would make sure your walk complied with city law and community standards.
I don’t live in that city anymore, but in a suburb where there are no sidewalks to shovel. The mail is left in a curbside rural mailbox and snowplows that clear the streets have the ditch in front of the house to dump the snow in. I haven’t actually heard a plow yet and it’s nearly noon and there’s been no mail delivery today either because winter is calling the shots and winter says, “Stay inside until I’m done barricading your doors closed.”
So today is a knitting day. Another warm scarf will not go amiss around here.
This is the one I’m working on. It has the non-season-appropriate name “Rainy Day Scarf” and it’s made from a soy wool-silk yarn, not the one pictured, but one in colors of a tropical sea.
Not that I am convinced that a warm tropical place really exists, of course.
February 7, 2008 at 5:11 am
A very warm welcome to you Elsie, although I don’t know if I can generate enough heat to loosen the ice encrusted door in this new abode of yours.
There are no dreamy tropics here either, only weather to match that Rainy day scarf. It does look very cosy though!