There I am in northeastern Ohio. In the blue belt of rain is a weather symbol I cannot interpret. A couple of chicken feet. Are they attached to a chicken, head first in a gutter overflowing with icicles? I'm giving it the benefit of the doubt and calling it sunshine emerging from freezing rain.
There is so little to tell you about, aside from slippery slush as I came home from cards today. I told Laura she should salt or risk a fall in the morning. She came in and said she saw what I meant.
Nancy had a double pinochle today. Woo-hoo. We still lost.
I'm ready to start again with towels. Here are the first three dozen plus I will begin with.
The colors are back, left to right, cerise (red), pumpkin, cayenne (an orange/brown spicy). In the front are four cream and two plum. I'll start tomorrow sending emails. I'm not going anywhere, until the sunshine melts the chickens out of the gutter.