I have no end of admiration for people who have the skill and patience to look at a pile of fabric bits and magically create a beautiful AND useful work of art. (Yes, I'm talking about you, MP...xo). It turns out that I have a cousin that is an uber-talented quilter. She got a bee in her bonnet a couple of years ago and decided that all the women in our family (that is my little nuclear family) should have a quilt. I thought she was either mad or had way too much time on her hands. I tut-tutted and said that she shouldn't go to the bother, blah, blah, blah.
Fast forward six months and this arrived for me at my mother's house:
In the way of this winter - wimpy to the max - we have not gotten a lot of snow but we are seesawing between sleet and ice storms and rain. This morning's Round One of the latest sleet/ice storm screwed up my appointment for my annual physical (insert crocodile tears here) and had me mincing across the mountain to work. When I had to notify HQ that the appointment was rescheduled to next week and that I couldn't wait for spring, one of my co-workers in the City emailed that she hadn't realized we had spring up here. I answered that we did, indeed, have more than one season: Winter, mud and ticks, two weeks of nice weather, winter.