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We had our first real snow of the season which started sometime during the night and continued on until nearly noon today. I think the total was only around 4" but the coverage was sufficient to make the landscape finally look like winter.
The snow formation on our front deck was something like I've never seen before. You would think the space between the deck boards was about two inches. Not so.
The raised garden beds aren't totally under cover, but at least they have a good blanket on them now.
Papa Pea even fired up the Gravely garden tractor with the snowblower attachment to do some clearing.
My head and hands have been happy and busy turning out some projects.
I finished the crocheted rugs using colors I don't think I'd ever have used for myself. They are a smidge smaller than the ones I usually make being only 30" x 20" and they've already been delivered to our second-hand resale shop. I'm hoping they end up in some little girl's bedroom.
The rag rug in front of the kitchen sink is one I just finished. Green and red in honor of the season. It doesn't really match the other kitchen colors, but it does add a little Christmas cheer.
I haven't done any X-stitch work in an age, but had an urge to make some X-stitched ornaments for the tree. Got this far and had to think for a day or two as how to finish them.
Decided to back them with red bough fabric with a thin batting inside. I used the same fabric for the trim. Two of them above still need to have hangers attached. I have just enough matching Aida cloth to make one more ornament . . . which I think I will do.
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Back to the present day, Papa Pea's recuperation is going slowly. Some days his ouchiness and achiness is more pronounced than others. Neither of us has been sleeping well lately and he's trying to nap on the couch in the living room as I type this. (You never realize how much noise you make doing simple tasks around the house until you're trying not to make any noise.)
Both of us are so ready for all of his aches and pains to disappear. He's doing such a good job of remaining optimistic and cheerful which I know has to be hard when all his energy is going into the healing process . . . which seems to be taking so long. We're considering removing all the mirrors in the house as both of us look about 102 years old. And that's on good days.