Earlier this day I was inspired by a poem by the fabulous Sheree Fitch on twitter:
Howl wind howl/ Rafters creak/bluegrey frigid winter day/ Hear the river speak/ ice cracks/ trees groan/ dang it’s cold. #mittens— Sheree Fitch (@sherfitch) January 2, 2013
All day long I’ve thought of the last remaining mittens given to me by my grandmother who passed away a few weeks ago. Over my lifetime she made me so many things, mittens, gloves, socks and hats too. Three pairs of mohair mittens in the bluegrey frigid snow - these I will keep as long as I can.