It’s a good day to make revisions to text (today, a chapter covering the hours before the Stono Rebellion, 1739, from the perspective of a bondman) and maybe also to see if I can stomach last night’s recorded CNN special about Putin. For now, eating leftovers and about to watch “Nashville” (she said sheepishly).
The snow started in a light flurry. Big flakes, so it must have been warm. I ran to the store because although I don’t get into that pre-storm shopping frenzy that empties shelves and renders lots a tangle, it seemed like a good idea. Everybody must have shopped yesterday, because it was a ghost town. The snow has come down steadily all day, but only a few inches have accumulated.
Progress is being made (that is, “I am making progress”) on the second barn quilt.
The FIRST barn, dubbed, finally, “Blue Hills Barn”, is hanging at the B.J. Spoke Gallery in Huntington, NY, thanks to my cousin, Ginny.
I include the above picture for scale, and also to note that if it doesn’t sell, I won’t mind having it back to hang exactly here.
And finally, what a good day it was for homemade chicken soup (is there EVER a day that is not good for homemade chicken soup?!)
Stay warm all you readers under the same Arctic air!