I have a group of friends that gets together in a cabin in the woods of Pennsylvania every year on the last weekend in January. It has become a constant in my life. It is 3 days of peace, quiet, laughter, tears, firelight, reading, walking in the woods, unbelievably good food, hot cocoa, love, support, venting, solving problems, and a host of other things. This year was just lovely except for the fact that three days goes too quickly. Maybe I’ll have to start going up on Wednesday instead of Thursday. I did forget to get photos of my secret crafty project, but it was felted bowls, made from my own stash of yarn. I might get some photos when others share their shots from the weekend. It was wicked cold but there was very little snow on the ground, which was different than past years. I didn’t get my Amish quilt yet, so that means I will have to go visit my friend who lives in the cabin again sometime in the next few months. Here are a few photos:
Turkey Tracks in the Snow. We’ve seen flocks of turkeys making their way through the woods some years, but not this year.
My Red Door Days 