It’s Valentine’s Day. So where’s my snow?

I took Dulcinea to the dog park, and she kicked up great clouds of dust.

I ought to know better, but I’m still shocked by how warm it is on the Front Range. Tiny shoots of crocus and Dutch Iris are springing up in my garden. (Don’t they know they’re going to die?!)

I’m a northern girl, used to the snow and the cold. So I continue to knit warm hats, even though the time for hats will soon be gone.

I finished this Fortnight Hat in two days, just in time for Valentine’s Day. It’s knitted from leftover tweedy Kathmandu yarn, all that’s left of a shawl-collared sweater my cat Mithril tore to pieces.

Speaking of cats: “Mithril, get off the table. Stop eating the tulips.”

That’s better.