snow is felting the air. the morning is early and pink. cats around the fire. i am wrapped in quilts on edgar's couch, the world outside halted and white. tom is sick with the plague that has been circling our community. i'm eating fruit and taking the concoctions my mother recommends, hoping to avoid his illness settling in me next. tomorrow is tom's granny's funeral. i hope he is feeling stronger by then. to have the strength to say good-bye to his last grandparent. our last grandparent.
i am sewing. finally there are quilts beginning to pile up in the studio again. i love the feeling of piles of quilts. it feels safe. it feels prepared. dreamy and warm and bright. but mostly, safe. lots of baby quilts this week. and the beginnings of more farmhouse quilts.
so i will work today, with the snow silencing our little world.
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