The winter winds are howling across the US, in places where they are certainly not welcome. My sister who lives in the north Georgia mountains said they are expecting 7 to 10 inches today on top of the several inches they already have. She lives in an area of winding mountain roads with steep ravines on either side, so travel is treacherous. Luckily for her she can work from home and not have to travel the 70 miles commute to her job in Atlanta.
Here in Iowa we have certainly had our share of snow, but not as much as other years. The extreme cold has put us in the deep freeze for weeks though. Listening to the wind howl puts me in mind of the early settlers who huddled in their log houses or soddies, bundled against the wind and snuggling close to the fire, while their hands kept busy braiding rugs or making quilts to keep the family warm. Hardy people, they must have been.
Their form of transport was the horse and wagon, or a team of oxen plodding slowly through the snow. Even in our modern age, when ice is on the road, we are still plodding slowly. This particular day the ice was so bad on the roads I despaired of ever getting home!
I am so thankful for our warm home and crackling fireplace. It is a good time of year to snuggle in and knit, or pick up that hand quilting and enjoy the warmth.
My granddaughter pieced this Dresden Plate block for her teacher. She did a good job. I am proud of her.
So I'll snuggle into the warmth and keep on stitching because each new sunrise brings us closer to the end of winter.
And the dreams of spring!
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