I am so glad the snow is back. Fifty degrees and sunny is nice too - but it is winter after all.
This quilt has been folded away for a few months short of one year.
One year can seem like no time at all - but January, February and March always seem to last forever. Last year I thought starting something big sounded like a great idea with those three wintery months stretched out in front of me. Spring hit and all things wintery were fast forgotten - but here I am again, at the start of the long haul indoors.
This stitched pattern is always in my head - a layer hovering above the pieced fabrics. The stitches unify what lies beneath them.
Old and new, winter and whatever are all running into each other.