snow bound

As in 'bound for snow' (which has just started to fall) rather than snowbound (which is apparently where we are headed).

Sixteen repeats of the swallowtail shawl.

The weather forecast for the next 24 hours includes snow, freezing rain, snow, sleet and more snow. I'm loving it. Surely the novelty value will shortly wear off but I hope not before we've demolished the two packets of mini cinnamon rolls that I bought at the supermarket (where it was mayhem).

We actually did quite a bit of driving yesterday through the snow-dusted landscapes. The evergreens do look wonderful with boughs laden with snow. And the landscape is punctuated by little red berries. Somehow this landscape, this weather makes perfect sense at this time of the year. Blame it on a childhood filled with literature, films and television from the northern hemisphere but this does feel right.

I have even been induced to decorate the house with winter cheer.












An assortment of crocheted snowflakes (patterns found on Ravelry), stiffened with diluted craft glue. They are so old fashioned but very effective.