That's what the forecast was for this morning.
I'd say there is at least an inch already, and it is still snowing off and on. Oh well.
It looks nice, anyway.
I finished up another pair of socks last night. Except for weaving in the ends, that is.
It was nice having some color after knitting with gray for a good long while. Some of you may recognize them, I started them long long ago. Knitting on them again, it brought back the scent of Jasmine (at least I think that is what it was, a little white spiky flower) and the sound of doves and laughter of friends old and new. The last time I knit on them was in Rick's family's back yard.
The yarn was spun on the shores of a lake surrounded by friends, on a weekend when I really needed them. With all the memories spun and knit into these socks, they are mine. All mine.
Try that with a pair of socks from Whatever Mart.