The Times They Are A Changing

“Snowflakes on my nose and eyelashes…”

Now that all of our snow has melted here in Central Oregon, well at least in Terrebonne where I live, I can think of snow as a beautiful distant memory. When it’s here in my midst, I’m not so happy with the extreme cold and icy roads.

* Snowflake Quilt: Remember as a kid the paper snowflakes we used to make and put on the windows. Of course, I lived in California within a location where it never snowed. It seemed like no matter how many you cut out, they all looked great. I thought a great project for a quilt would be to back you white fabric with that sticky backed interfacing (forgot what it’s called), cut out 5 or 6 inch squares and cut out snowflakes. Cut out larger squares in a solid color and iron on the snow flakes (do a whip stitch or button holes stitch to make them permanent. Then form the squares into a quilt using what ever style you like.

* Winter Word Search

* Creative Writing Prompts

If you are a fiction writer and have writer’s block, here are some suggestions:

- I could hear the crunch of my shaky steps upon the snow as I walked up to old Mrs. Mageeter’s house. The ice cycles hung from the porch like daggers ready to skewer the old woman’s next dinner victim.
- Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of it, the snow angel left by some fun loving child. My eyes started to sting with tears that only the love and loss of a good friend can bring. Jodi loved the snow.
- Panic rose in my throat. A new skier shouldn’t be on this slope, what was I thinking? I don’t know, but all I could think of now was Sony Bono and how he died when he skied into a tree.
- It was pitch black when I woke up. Where was I and how did I get here? Pushing the fear from my pounding heart, I forced myself to be analytical. After all, it was my best and most annoying quality. Okay, it was cold, ice cold and I could smell snow.