It’s creeping away. Slowly the 20 degree days give way to a few 60 degree ones. My mind wanders into daffodils. I start a collection of items for the Goodwill. I don’t kid myself too early though; I realize that blizzards are entirely possible for the next 3 months. Last Saturday cradled me in sunshine, and yesterday left the dog’s water bowl frozen. But the crest of a new year brings the green grass closer. This Sunday the last of football season will be gone and the groundhog will determine Mother Natures’ fate. Panic strikes as I acknowledge the small stack of winter projects in my sewing room. Will I get to the plaid and lace Louis Vuitton knock-off skirt before Spring hits? Not sure. Do I care? Not sure.
I’ve had pleasant surprises in the sewing room this season. A quilt that has been sewn in small increments over the past 3 years got much closer to finished. Tote bags for StreetChoir’s upcoming album release party will be done in the next few days. I completed a flannel dress just in time for the bite of cold weather.
I am presently comfortable with Winter; it will give me more time to finish indoor projects around the house. I will not however, chase away the sporadic warm days. It makes the cold more bearable and the walks in the park give Sprockett something to smile about.