January.
I’m naturally a sweater knitter — not a sock creator like my sister. Likewise, I’m inclined to the lengthiness of novels, but more and more I admire the uses of brevity. Such as…
January 2.
Kittens, yarn. Piles of work. Stacks of library books. Friends on the calendar. Winter, Vermont-wise, has barely commenced.
When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there’s nothing to write about
but radishes.
— Matsuo Bashō
Stony Soil Vermont 
Wow, yes, in this kind of cold, it is too cold to speak!! 🙂
Actually, it’s incredibly cold!
It was -21F here in Western Mass 2 nights ago. I’ve been reading your blog for a while now, but this is first comment. LOVE the kitties!
Hi Pam, I know your area somewhat, as I lived in Brattleboro for a number of years, and my sister lived in Western Mass at the same time. This morning was a balmy 10ºF. I’m sure you’re enjoying the same warm spell. Thanks for reading! (We love the kitties, too!)