Field Notebook: the view from my window

I've been spending my days coped up like a sewing hermit in my little brother's room.  He's taken over mine since I left for college and graciously offered his old abode as my sewing sanctuary and sleeping quarters.  Thank you Connor.

I get hourly visits from white and black splattered "fuzzballs" who most conveniently enjoy chasing my tape measure and unraveling my spools.  They're worth it.

So as I sat in seclusion, dreaming and fashioning, my eyes wandered outside my window - experience a piece of my mid-winter scene.