I can smell “winter” in the air, here in SoCal. The cool breezes push through the light sweaters I wear. Today it’s actually drizzling a little and since Mother Earth rotates on an axis, it’s getting positively night-like in the late afternoon. A whole lot darker than last month.
That means its time to haul out the extra blankets. My husband Craig “ooo’s” and “aah’s” every year as I lay his across his side of the bed. I crocheted it. Just for him. The basket weave pattern I used is dense and thick and I found myself making trip after trip to Michaels, the hobby-heaven box store, to buy more skeins of tan and brown and creme-colored 4-ply acrylic yarn. After a while I didn’t care if the “lot numbers” matched or not. Close enough, was good enough. Winter passed, then spring before it was all done.