We here in the environs of the District They Call Columbia have had sub-freezing temperatures for well over a week. We still have mountains of snow from last weekend’s storm, and—while I’m grateful this weekend’s bomb cyclone missed us—this stuff won’t go away for a while.
So on this Groundhog Day I’m grateful for these gloves that a friend knitted for
me:
She chose the open-finger pattern so I can take photos with
my mobile without having to remove my gloves. The material is wool, so it’s
really warm. They are a great blessing on my morning walks, where temperatures
have been in the low double digits for weeks.
Being from LA, I’ve never grown used to wearing gloves (or
carrying umbrellas), so I have to remember to put them on when I go out. A couple
of weeks ago, I stuck my head out the back door to toss seed to the birds and
it seemed okay. So when I left through the front door a couple of minutes later
I thought, “I probably don’t need the gloves.”
I didn’t get two houses away before I realized I needed the
gloves, so I went back and put them on.
So grateful to have them.
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