You know it’s cold when …
In order to have snow, the temperature has to be at least 32 degrees. A check of the thermometer on the deck says it’s between 30 and 35 degrees and that confirms the white stuff on top of the mountains across the way. I can appreciate snow from that distance–even with the cold that’s required for its existence. It’s kind of different actually being here when its this cold. For the past three winters we’ve been in sunny Arizona, living the good life. So now I get a refresher course in how to withstand the cold of winter.
The grandson’s quilt continues to grow. I’m on the down side of getting the top finished and have plans to go to Lancaster with my quilting friend to purchase the backing material. I already have the necessary batting, thanks to the generosity of my friend, Sandi Severin.
Our neighbor is coming over for coffee this morning and to bring me what she calls a Needlepoint Rack. She says it will hold my quilting projects while I’m working on them. She was here before and saw that I had laid my grandson’s quilt over the back of an office chair–not exactly the best place to have it, but I didn’t want to fold it up again until I was through working on it. This rack should be very handy. I need to make some banana bread as a thank you for her gift and thoughtfulness.
So with that, I’ll bid you a good day with wishes for you to be safe, be well, and to please be happy. Be sure to tell those you love that you love them.