That's how my watchcap pattern should have ended, because apparently that's what I'm doing. Not long after finishing up Mountain Man's rusty one, I've made myself a black one. It's marvelous, and I'm happy to have one for myself, but now I've had enough (it's a rather tedious thing to knit three times!). I photographed it on Wednesday in the midst of the snowstorm.
And a glorious snowstorm it was!! Almost two feet of beautiful, sparkling, powdery snow (check out the picnic table in the photos below). Although my back and shoulders are killing after spending 6-7 hours shovelling over the last two days, I'm amazingly happy to have snow like this.
But there's a wisp of heartbreak in all this snowy joy. What makes it more precious, but at the same time harder to purely delight in, is the fact that this is a despairing fleeting experience. We have to move this summer. Chances are good that we're going to a hot and sunny climate, which is so against my nature that I'm afraid I'll wither and die. That's the real, unsaid reason behind all my blues lately. And with that, let me preserve some of this snowstorm in a few snapshots: