Awakening to a silent white world – my favorite kind of saturday. The Good Dog’s joy is boundless, he seems like a puppy in the snow. Everything is muted and pure – the world turned inside out. The neighbor’s shovel breaks our reverie and wandering back to the house we discover that our friend, the giant piliated woodpecker has been busy. I wonder what kind of insects he has found living deep in the flesh of the old apple tree.A new quilt for my daughter who has moved south. I miss her so much.