What are you doing on this odd dated day?
I should have been paying more attention to the weather. But I wasn’t.
I woke up this morning to frost on the ground. It was so nice to see as long as we have a warm fire in the wood stove.
The white fuzzy furriness. The down right cold nip in the air. The chill that goes through you.
Countered with the extra blankets on the bed. A cup of tea at hand. The crackle of the fire in the stove, with the dogs snoring underneath it.
All I could think of was warn woolen sweaters, socks and scarves.
The pile I’ve been knitting has grown of hats and scarves for the homeless. I will have to get them down the shelter as soon as possible.
I have a fairly good house and fuel for the Winter. But others do not. I am lucky at the moment and I feel I must share the wealth. Because when I was in need others, strangers, have helped me.
So for the rest of the day I’m going to top off that pile of hats, scarves and mittens I’ve already gotten started and get them to the shelter.
The cold is coming!