This weekend, Daylight Savings Time begins, and after I get over the initial shock of having my internal clock thrown sixty minutes forward, I will relish the chance to take long walks in the evening or sit outside with a cup of hot tea as the air gets chillier but not cold. But for the next few days (and for the few months past), I have been spending my evening hours sitting under an afghan made by my granny and crocheting, cross-stitching, and watching TV and movies on the Netflix box. We have a “fireplace” that we can light, but don’t because it burns through electricity like an SUV burns gas. But we do have a cozy room and lots of crafts to do.

I really like winter for this – the forced coziness of the evening. I imagine 100 years ago families gathered by their fireplaces for light and warmth and sewed and talked and read (I am aware of the romanticism here), and without artificial lights to make night seem like day and forced air heat to make winter seem like a perfect spring day, winter evenings were times to be inside together, like it or not. I appreciate that my winter nights bring on some of that.

I also like seasons for this reason – change. I can wax nostalgic about winter evenings because they are going to end soon. I can hear the birds and feel the shift in breeze through my unzipped jacket. If I didn’t know winter would end, well, then those cozy nights would turn downright claustrophobic. This is one thing I learned from that glorious city of San Francisco – I need seasons. I need change. I crave it. I love the cycles, the ups and downs. And I know that people from the Bay Area see seasons in what they have, but for me, an East Coast girl, those were tiny, mite-like changes – not the kind we’ve had in the last month where we’ve moved from blizzards to almost 70 degrees. I like big change I guess.

But for the next few nights, before those clocks flip forward, I am going to crochet my little heart out. I have penguins, frogs, owls, and even pheasants to craft. What do you do with your winter evenings? What will you do with your spring ones?

Hand-Crocheted Baby Afghan - Alpaca WoolHand-Crocheted Baby Afghan Made from Alpaca Wool

Homer, the SealHomer, the Seal