
Our landmark Thumb Butte doesn't look all that cold. Just because one can't see much of the north side from town. On the other hand, take a look at the hills to the south (below). Not so surprising that our high temp today was the same as in Anchorage. That's Alaska, for heavens' sake, and admittedly a warm day there. But a high of 36 F in Prescott is pretty dang chilly. The snow has remained at higher elevations for a couple of weeks now.

And so it was that when I was making my rounds, I stopped cold (so to speak) at
Foolsewoode. For the proprietor had knitted up some leggings for herself. I could do that, I figured, tho I haven't done needlework in, like, 12 or 14 years. More ammo against the chills.

Which opened up, if not a can of worms, a long-neglected closet full of yarns of many colors.

Not to mention a couple of drawers...

As well as two large boxes. My very own brand of being ready for a rainy day. Oh, yes, I discovered a few other treasures that I'll be posting here in the next couple of days. And, of course, I'll post pictures of the leggings-to-be.