This weekend winter payed us a brief visit. I like snow for about five minutes and then I’m so over it. I love it when it’s new – all quiet, no footprints, everything fresh. Then when the kids have smashed it and wrecked it and shoved every last inch of snow down the neighbourhood’s kids backs, I’m done.
Although it has had the effect of making me knit more. Curious.
Hoping that spring and summer hurry on their way. I’m so over winter.
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