Cold, cold cold…the wind pushed at my back as I walked a new trail.
Berries shivered and milkweed flew from my hand, the tip of my nose cold
as I braced myself for the walk back to the trail head.
Saturday night the first snow squall swirled off the rooftops,
melting on my up turned face…and then it was gone.
I knit another glove, painted, blocked a sweater, did my yoga, read the paper,
painted some more then spent the evening watching documentaries and drinking tea.
All that was missing, a campfire and a dog.
Hope your weekend was full of adventures.