Autumn in Montana is usually brief before it gives way to full blown winter. We’ve had a couple weeks of autumnal weather here, but last night marked the beginning of the end. Cold. Rain-turned-snow. Wind.
So today, I stayed warm and cozy in two shirts and wool socks, drank a pot of hot tea, and dug out a long-neglected crochet project. Amidst fighting children, coughing and sneezing, and shivering, whining dog, I sat at my desk and listened to music while I crocheted.
I’m doing a ripple afghan, all colorful and happy. I have grand plans to finish it by Christmas, but we shall see.