I have no idea what happened to November or where it did go, but tomorrow it’s December so I guess it passed by as I was sleeping or dreaming of warm places. It’s so cold that I’m spending the evenings tucked into so many layers of fleece and wool that I feel like a hibernating porcupine. And I’m knitting. Knitting little wool things to keep us warm for the next few weeks. My knitting fever comes and goes. Last time it was seen around here was 4 years ago when I was knitting baby blankets and baby clothes by the mile and 7 years ago when I knitted and crocheted no less than 10 shawls during a long fall season.
Grandson’s mittens always seem to get lost somewhere between where he is and where he was 2 minutes ago (which could be anywhere), so I’ve been knitting some thick scrap yarn mittens that no one can take home by mistake.
We don’t have any snow yet but a massive ice sculpture outside our house. Our water that is temporarily going through a hose on our lawn froze the other day despite the ever running water in our bathroom, and to prevent that happening again they cut a slit in the hose. The water spray freezes and builds up a giant modern sculpture – and an icy slip & slide for all the kids to enjoy.