Winter finally arrived in West Texas. Someone asked me recently if "hard freeze" is a regional term. I don't have any idea. What I do know is that cold air comes into my house under the French doors that connect the living room to the sunroom. My husband puts towels on the floor to block the airflow. I'm not a fan, but it gets the job done.
When Grandma taught us to crochet, we picked up the stitches better than reading or following patterns. Most of the time we would use up a ball of yarn, take a look at what we'd made, and then decide (and declare) what it was. Once, my brother made a snake-sized tube, and it became the thing that we put along the door that kept the draft out. I wonder if he could make me one now.
My brother getting started on his door snake.