Yesterday March did a good imitation of going out like a lion in these here parts. We had winds measuring 40 mph, and it was actually hard at times to stand upright outside. It was a very gray day with predicted freezing rain. That didn't happen until overnight though.
This morning there is a slick coating of ice everywhere (oh, joy), and about two hours ago the temp took a 15° plunge and it started snowing. The wind can't decide from which direction to blow, and we already have a small 6" drift up against our front door. This is a great day to be home with the wood stoves corking away. I'm so grateful and appreciative that we both have the choice to do just that.
This is the rug I made to match my new spring shower curtain. (Same new spring shower curtain which may never be hung since Mother Nature keeps throwing more and more winter-like weather at us.)
I'm also this far along on making a matching rug to the first one made to use in our bedroom.
I still have a ways to go on the hand quilting of the spring wall hanging I'm working on. I got a little cut on the left hand finger I use to feel the needle on the backside of a quilt when hand quilting and, of course, no matter how hard I try to use another finger, it's the finger and the cut that I keep sticking the needle into. So I've decided to give it as many days rest as necessary to heal up.
I just commented to my better half that this would be a perfect day to have something yummy baking in the oven. But, alas and alack, we've both been doing a good job of staying away from sugar for about the last month, so for the present time baking is a no-no. My mind says, "Gimme a blueberry pie made with the last of the blueberries in the freezer, and no one will get hurt." My body says, "But I am losing a bit off those bulges that have sneakily been growing like inflated balloons when I wasn't looking . . . so stick to it, girl!"
Spring may not be here yet, but it will arrive one day even up here near the tundra, and I really do want to be able to bend over in the garden without the buttons on my shorts popping. Although I can hardly imagine wearing shorts (temp is now down to 16° and still falling) as I look at our near white-out conditions caused by the swirling snow, but it will happen and won't be an April Fool's joke.
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