To me, winter is the making time of year. And though the days seem long to some, to me they are over all too soon.

The sensation is akin to what I used to feel at the beginning of summer when I was young. So many wondrous days stretching out before me and I always had lots of plans.

Nowadays, I don’t plan out specific projects so much as slow down a bit to savor all of the moments I spend in my studio writing, sewing, and making art.

And reading. Don’t forget reading.

As much as I love my gardens and the brilliance of the natural world when sunshine is more plentiful, I am glad my garden shed is packed up for the season so I can turn my attention to the other parts of my life that I love.

Whatever you do with your winter time, I wish you the joy of it.

See you in the New Year.