I think it may be something about all this snow that sends the mind wandering into mystical places. Places that are verdant and green and full of life. It’s amazing what the imagination can do to escape the monotony of shoveling. As I pitch shovel after shovel of snow away from the house, I find myself fantasizing about the flowers I can make grow in my studio, if not in my yard.
I like these gloves rather well. It’s a shame I can’t knit at all, or else I might try to do this on my own!!!