Spinning wool as soft and as white as Santa's beard.
Grandchildren with chubby cheeks to kiss.
Flowers from my husband celebrating the day we met.
Rows of owls on the brim of a hat, waiting for little button eyes.
Summer spinning, finally plied and skeined.
Apple sour cream pie for Thanksgiving.
Fluffy plied yarn, ready to knit or dye.
A little red felted bird to keep me company while I spin.
I hope everyone takes time to enjoy the wonders of the season.