We're still dreaming of a white Christmas. Winter in Virginia is a fickle thing, teasing us with a dusting of snow followed by bright blue sunny skies. Those moments of white wonder have long melted away and leave me to remember my wintry trip to Michigan earlier this month.
My parents must've played with Lincoln Logs too much as kids swallowtail shawl I knit for Mom last year
my sis and cousins - in the land of the Dutch they grow 'em TALL!