The shopping is done, the presents are wrapped, the wind is whipping the snow around outside but I don’t have to go out again tonight. Life is good.

One year ago, I was amused by a clothing tag and felt sad about my lost glove.

Two years ago, I looked back at September.

Three years ago, it was very wintery.

Four years ago, I finished a baby quilt.

Five years ago, my subject was improvisational quiltmaking.