If you were to take a winter walk with through the north woods of Wisconsin,
you'll want to layer up with a pair of wool socks and a plaid flannel shirt,
to keep Jack Frost at bay.
Winding through the many generations of blue spruce,
speckles of bright red winter berries are painted in the reflection of the trickling water,
just above the creekbeds.
Tread softly on the snow, and you may hear the song of the Thrush, a casual winter visitor of the midwest.
Smells from the woodstove fill the air,
and a faint flicker of candle light welcomes you home.
I'll be back here on Monday with the beginning of our annual 12 Days of Christmas celebration. Yep, we're a little behind this year, but it should be fun!}
Wishing you a beautiful weekend filled with love and celebration~
Labels: hand dyed yarn, knitting, story, winter