Weaving up a Storm

An internal storm has been raging, though the sun is shining. 

Now it is predicted that another snowstorm is brewing.

I am gathering scraps of yarn and weaving in shades of winter. 

A web of sorts, a place to rest my mind and body while it heals.

He gathered wood to burn while I collected scraps of yarn to weave

 The colors of bleak mid-winter are rather calming when woven together

 Sun on yarn and the weave of the basket that holds it

 Weaving together a bit of this and a bit of that

And it seems I have a helper, to keep my yarn stash warm. 

To her is is a throne.

Miss Mia is afraid of storms. 

I tend to find them calming. 

We disagree on this one thing.