Where are you going
I have a hiding place
When spring marches in”
–“Icicle,” Tori Amos
I hope, however, dear Icicle, that you and I will be well-acquainted, nay, bosom friends**, by spring. I started you last February and in March was feeling much affection for you. Eventually your woolly sturdiness had to be put aside as spring passed into summer. After all of the holiday knitting, I roused you from your slumber and we were fast friends once again. Now, as there is but one sleeve left to be turned out under the trusty double-pointed bamboos, I look forward to slipping you over my head soon without any needles attached.
**If you know from where this phrase comes, you just might be a bosom friend, too. 🙂