Its plain to see that Winter Camp is drawing to a close.
I don't know why I let it pile up, because when I am mending, I am in love with mending. I love my hands as they reconfigure rips and tears back into Integrity. And I love walking around my home not averting my eyes from rather stunning holes in garments, linens, and furniture.
First, I mended Billy's work on the duvet cover on our bed, which is becoming a scrapbook of wintering over with boxers.
Which lead me to my Jewelled Kilim quilt of last summer. I finally put on the binding...
So its raining and the cold is comin' round the corner once again. But inside, Winter Camp is comin' down. At least in our hearts.