It was a very crisp -17 when I trudged down my icy hill this morning - with a biting wind so heaven only knows what the wind chill temperature was. And it was SOOOOO cold in Sisters. The problem is, I mostly have to sit, so I feel it more than our members who are doing some seriously physical movement. Michelle was able to give me a lift home however, so I didn't have to trudge up the hill! I'm just waiting for the electric blanket to warm the bed and it will be nap/snuggle time while I try to warm up.

Did get some stitching done. I always have a small project on the go to take to Sisters and at the moment I'm working on an ornament kit. I'm about 1/2 way through the main body of the stitching.

Like as the Waves Make towards the Pebbled Shore

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, where with being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of natures truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

William Shakespeare - Sonnet LX
1564 - 1616