Sunday, February 06, 2011


Oh February how we love to hate you. The shortest month of the year is witness to the shortest tempers of the year as we struggle to lift just one more shovelful of snow. Our spirits drop with the thermometer as the wind chill cuts through our heavy layers of winter wool.

And yet there is a promise in February that the end is nigh. Last weekend I saw ducks in the creek and Canadian geese flew over my back yard. My heart lifted to hear their cries because I couldn't help think that maybe the geese know something about the turning of the season.

And as my winter world is adrift in snow, I find my knitting universe adrift in projects and color. A tonic for my winter-weary soul, yet I am weighted down by a longing for yet more things to create.  A blessing to have ideas and yarn to carry them out, yet cursed with finite time and energy to fulfill my dreams. 



  1. I love the picture collage! We can't really count on the geese to be harbingers of spring here. Some of them stick around for the whole winter. Silly birds. Imagine staying in Canada when you have a chance to go south for the season.

  2. Spot on about the snow shovelling thingy!!
    Is that a mohair lace shawl I spy....mmmm..lovely and so are the pretty colour mitts :-)

  3. You're almost done with a bunch of projects and winter's almost done. Wonder who will finish first.

  4. Great picture collage!

    Last week, just after the ice storm, I watched about a hundred geese...all flying south. Hmmm...this doesn't bode well, does it? LOL!

  5. You are a beautiful writer.

    I LOVE The yoked sweater. AMamzing

  6. I wish I could be as productive as you, this cold makes me achy so snuggling is occasionally all I can do. Sending you warm thoughts