Hedgehogs to Snowy Day

I found this sweet little hedgehog at Etsy yesterday.I bought and downloaded the pattern from Julie Williams  Little Cotton Rabbits... a very sweet Etsy shop. Here's a link for you to enjoy  https://www.etsy.com/shop/Littlecottonrabbits I think he's so cute and could be used for a pincushion. This morning, I searched and searched for the right yarn at several knitting sites. First I would find one color at one place and the other color at another. An idea popped into my head...shop my own stash. I went in to the big bin of yarn and there they were....two yarns just perfect for this little project. Now all I need are the needles. I don't knit tiny things often...so I only have larger needles beginning with size 5. I'm trying to find things to work on this winter...when I often need things to keep me occupied.

Speaking of winter...looking out my window this morning..a layer of snow covering everything. Yesterday,  the small tree was set up in the living room and the lights checked.  Didn't decorate it though. So far, the little trees are ready for decorating, the wreaths are up over the lace valances in the living room, the railing is done...all that is needed are final little touches and the front porch. Less is best this year. I know that I will be putting it all away while Joe is recuperating, so this is what I can handle. At night, with all the lights and candles...it will be simply beautiful.

This morning I go for my hair appt. and then home to make pork chops and baked potatoes for dinner. I am keeping it a quiet day with not much on the agenda. I need to get out the sewing machine and tackle the little pile of things to do. Pillow cases to shorten, purse strap to shorten etc. Just a few things.

As I end this post, I found a poem to share by Mary Oliver. Mary has a deep love for nature and expresses it so well. I find that we share this love.
Enjoy your day...Balisha

First Snow

The snow began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found –
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.

~Mary Oliver~