A new button from Sandy. Fun!
I like this picture taken through the window. What? You crazy? I'm not goin' out there! (kidding...I actually can't wait to get out there and breathe in that cold, crisp air. And wear my newest thrummed mittens, the red dragon ones, and my -40F-rated L.L.Bean down parka with hood. It's days like these that make me feel like I'm in Vermont, damnit, and I like it -- sometimes.)
The temperature as of the time of this writing is 5 degrees F. That's -15C, and the wind is brutal. Yesterday morning it was 48 F, and the day before, 55F. Huge shifts like this are a little hard for the body to adjust to.
Last evening it snowed. There is not a whole lot of accumulation, except where the wind has drifted it, and then it is substantial. It's the very cold, fine stuff. My poor husband was outside shoveling for over two hours this morning. He came in three times for additional hand coverings, and ended up using my ski mittens. I feel guilty that he does not yet have thrums. And I feel guilty that I have not finished the gift thrummed mittens for our friend Marshall of last week's party. Right up until yesterday, I was rationalizing that, "Well, at least Marshall won't need his thrummed mittens in this ridiculously warm weather." Today would have been the ideal day for him to break his in. Darn. My knitting list, it is growing.