hoping robert frost* was right

The Tree of Warmth is in business at the local soup kitchen/commmunity services center.

Calling it the Fence of Warmth doesn't have that same, you know, fuzzy glow, does it? When it dawned on us we didn't have the right kind of tree, or any kind of tree for that matter, it was zippo degrees out. A hike to find one was not on the the to-do list, but a sprint around the yard yielded this scrawny branch and a section of fence. Apply duct tape liberally and- walla! Anyway, its inherent fenciness is eclipsed by the knits. Do you see some of the beautiful work sent to us?

Much oohing and aaahhing as we set up. If you look carefully you'll see a Cherry Garcia neck tube that I covet admire. It was knit by KT who is in the middle of moving across the country but somehow found time. wow. Some of the knits, especially kid size, were put aside by the director for Tuesday nights, when a specific group of families with children come for dinner and stories at the facility. So even if you're not glimpsing your contributions, don't think it isn't warming someone by now!
* ".....He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors." Read the whole poem here.