Faith, Folklore, and Friends

On Wednesday, we had the perfect snow.  It started here at three in the afternoon, much later than the promised noon, and by four, the world was white.  We could hear children and adults all over the neighborhood having fun in the snow.  Forest Hills Elementary, which we can see from our house, became a ski resort of people sliding down the hills in front of the school.  Snow is so rare here it causes great excitement when it finally shows up. I always think about the lovely Robert Frost poem, Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening, anytime we have snow. We had to memorize this in high school, and my best friend and I thought the part about the little horse was hilarious.  It has stayed with me almost fifty years, so we must have learned it well.  Just in case you have forgotten it: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY  ROBERT FROST Whose woods these are I think I know.    His house is in the village though;...

I was awakened early yesterday by a call from UNA saying classes were cancelled.  That hasn't happened in a while.  Then, the police asked that everyone stay off the road, and they didn't have to tell me twice.  What could I possibly do? I am determined that hand-quilting will not die as long as I'm breathing, so I hand quilt at least one a year (in addition to the ones I help with in quilting class).  This top was finished on the last day of 2013.  It has been so long that I can't remember exactly when it was started, and I promised myself and others that I would get it finished before the end of the year. In early January, I pinned the top, batting, and backing together, and put it on the back of the couch.  Some nights, especially if I'm tired, are spent watching television and quilting on this quilt.  Yesterday, I spent most of the day quilting in my jammies in front of the fireplace.  I spread most of the quilt over me, so it is alread...