and if you don't like snow...sorry! Looks like it's here to stay for awhile.The view from my patio...compliments of Sat.'s storm..6".
Gosh, could it be my fault?? I put my "I love snow" snowman by the front door...*VBS* Naw, couldn't be that...
And with December it's time for Frosty. Mine is immune to melting...a bird feeder that the birds don't recognize or accept...oh well, he looks cute on the chair.
Snow means time to get out the old sled. An early 1940's version...very much a one person sled. I spent many, many happy hours on one just like this. A block from my house was the most wonderful sliding hill. The city thought so too, and every winter they blocked off the top and bottom with saw horses and put the old kerosene burning 'pots' at each end of the saw horses. The pots burned brightly in on cold winter nights from early December til the thaw in spring. The hill,you see, was a side street in a quiet neighborhood. Traffic was deferred a block to main street. Kids by the dozens gathered after suppper on cold winter nights to slid and play, warmed by mittons, stocking caps and zip up or buckle boots, heavy snow pants of dark wool, and layers of sweaters under their jackets. We were so well insulated from the cold that the snow clung to our jackets and pants and didn't melt but needed to be brushed away. Our noses got drippy, our eyes watered from the wind and cold, and our cheeks were rosy! It was the grandest of times, that innocent social interaction between boys and girls, neighorhood friends and cousins. We slid solo, or 2,3 or 4 on a sled, sometimes piled 3 or 4 high on our bellies. A topple off into the snow was always a possibility with double-deckers. Our laughter rang out in the cold, clear night, and off in the distance the churches played Christmas carols from their bell towers. It was truly a glorious time in my childhood. I have the very best memories of years and years of sliding on cold winter nights. By 9 p.m., most of us had to trudge home, happy, tired and ready for our jammies. And oh the sweet dreams a child had on nights such as that *VBS*
And of course, since I'm a 'last-but-not-least' mood lately, here is my newest treasure from last weeks thrift store adventure. I collect pitchers... I love cream pitchers(in all sizes) the best!! I got this adorable little guy for only .49!!! On the bottom it says Made in China(stick on tag) and is insized with "1/2 cup" and a pottery logo that I don't recognize. I have only a couple of the 'mouth' pitchers, which makes him all the more special. OK...dishes are done, laundry is washed and dried...now I can sew!!
Slow Sunday Stitching
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