The day of the snowstorm on Monday, everything was gray, loud and dramatic out there. You couldn't tell the cloudy sky from the snowy ground, as strong howling winds that made the house creak and squeak blew the falling, drifting snow in big pale swirls all around.
We woke up the day after to an almost eerie silence. All was quiet, and the world out our windows was pure, dazzling white. "We have had more winter weather this February than any other month this winter" wrote the Edwardian Lady in her country diary in 1906 - and we too have had more winter weather this February 2013 than in all winter. But it is February: still wintertime, but the days are longer, the sun is higher in the sky. It is February snow - the month that derives its meaning from "purify" - and I can take it: the occasional day when we get snowed in, and all we can do is watch the storm, and then enjoy the brilliant clean snow before it melts.
(making these super simple crochet mitts, combining the brown color of the soil & the gray of the blizzard)